My preferred nomenclature was just plain “Grandma.” Because my name is Angie, my four daughters thought “Grangie” would be fitting. I didn’t love this one. Ultimately, my first granddaughter chose my name: “Mah Gah.” I was concerned initially that her swapping syllables from “Grandma” to “Mah Gah” might indicate early signs of dyslexia, but she’s fine. My grandson jumped on the bandwagon and here we are!
I’ve never been more excited about a season of life than I am right now! Having my children thirty plus years ago was thrilling but frightening. Fear of making irreparable mistakes, illness, and the never-ending battle to be “perfect mom” plagued me. Time and experience has mellowed me. Mistakes were made, but we learned. Illnesses came and went, often. And, somewhere along the way, the goal to be “perfect mom” faded as I realized loving them and giving them my imperfect best was really what it means to be a mom. Ah, but now that I’m a Mah Gah, GAME ON! My current roster is 3-year-old Leo and 2-year-old Vivi. Hopefully by the second week of February 2019, I’ll add two more!
Those babies are my favorite hobby and pretty much all-consuming extracurricular activity. I’m not concerned about being a “perfect grandma.” They don’t exist. My focus is to love and cherish them dearly and imprint who I am in their lives. I do all the grandma-like things. I buy them too many everythings, feed them whatever I want (muahaha) as well as babysit, clean, and entertain them. I sing horribly, cannot sew, crochet, quilt, garden, paint or draw but, Mah Gah does have some talents that will resonate with her grandbabies….
I love dance and all forms of fitness and, because of this, I have a ton of energy to play with Leo and Vivi. My grandchildren have some built in rhythm and coordination, so they know to count on a crazy dance and a rainbow of music and activities when they’re with me. Watching them move and shake and hearing them laugh at my antics lights up my world! It brings me joy to think about introducing them to my favorite sport with those adorable toddler golf clubs, which they will likely use to hurt their pets and break what they haven’t already. Mah Gah plays, so why not give them a swing? Regardless of their interest in golf, we will connect through movement and inside jokes and they’ll know I’ll always be their biggest fan!
How do you (or will you) play with your grandchildren?
What do they call you?
What advice can you offer us Newbies?