This is a special memory from my own childhood.
I spell my name Grandma Kc. It is Grandma not Grama or Granma or any other spelling because Daddy said so! I still remember that day. It was after my parents had gotten divorced and I was spending one of my monthly weekends with him. He had moved into a little trailer not far from my Grandparents. I remember him letting me sleep in the bed and he would sleep on the couch. My Dad was 6’3″ and he had to be very uncomfortable out there but he never mentioned it. I was fascinated by his trailer. I even offered to wash the outside of it for him – I did half of it but never found time to finish it. That was hard work!
I really don’t remember what the occasion was but I had gotten a card for Grandma and I vividly remember sitting at the tiny kitchen table in that trailer and writing “To: Gramma”. It was how I always said her name in my head so I was sure that was how to spell it. Daddy said I was wrong – she was Grandma or Grandmother. He said it was the Grand part that was important. He really loved his Mom and I was so touched, even at that young age, that she was so important to him that she was Grand!
So when I read blog posts about how grandparents are deciding what they want to be called I just chuckle to myself. I didn’t have a choice – I planned to be a Grandma.