There are more than a lot of “Mimi’s in the world and I am one of them. I became “Mimi” at age 42 when Matt, my first grandson, was born. I believed that I was too young to be a grandmother or Granny, Nana, or Grammie, since I grew up with references to those ladies,who, excuse me, were”old ladies” with gray or white hair, a whisker here or there but always offered soft hugs. These ladies often wore only lipstick and/or rosy circles on their cheeks. They used hairpins and some even had blue hair.
When asked,” What would you like Matt to call you?” ….” Mimi” seemed like the best choice. After all, some people who didn’t know me, might think I was” too young” to be a grandmother. It was the best compliment they could give me at the time…except for… “You’ve lost weight, haven’t you?”
The same year Matt was born, my eye doctor prescribed bifocals! I told him, “Well, I am a grandmother, I guess I could wear bifocals!” So, Mimi with bifocals entered into a new world…… the one where you can love the little ones and feed them sweets, get them hyper and then send them home! When the littles ones were naughty, you could take credit for wishing them on your child …. ” I hope when you have children, you have 2 or 3 just like YOU!” In between, were the hugs, the secrets, and all the things the grandchildren tell you about their parents that your kids would cringe if they knew you were now aware of.
That was almost a quarter of a century ago, in just a blink of an eye. How did we get here so fast? It had to be warp speed and now we face “Great-grandparent-hood”. No, I don’t think there are any of those little “beings” out there yet for me….. but now, I wonder…. do I become “Great Mimi” or “Great-grand Mimi?
No….. thank goodness I will be just “Mimi”.