This is what my daughter posted to make the announcement of her first pregnancy Facebook official:
Since she posted it Sunday evening, she has gotten 61 comments and 121 likes — and I now have permission to make my announcement “blog official”: I’m going to be a grandmother!
I was tempted make this comment on my daughter’s Facebook status post: “Well, that’s a fine way to let me know.”
(Which wasn’t true, by the way, but I thought it might be fun to say so, since Laura was so, so careful to tell her family and close friends face to face before posting it on Facebook.)
This sly girl sent me a text message a month ago, asking if she and her husband might come to watch the college football game with us. The game started after 7, which promised a late night for those who watched it, and I had to fly out of town the next morning at 6 a.m. Did I want to watch the game? Did I want to entertain? Not so much. And I said so.
But her father went out and bought hotdogs and potatoes — and suddenly entertaining would be easy. I could make potato salad in the morning, clean a little, pack a little, and enjoy my daughter and her husband (and Luther, their dog) all evening. So I reversed my dismissal and invited Laura and Jim (and Luther, after I got our cat’s permission). They all came.
As soon as possible, as I completed final preparations for the dinner, Laura followed me to the pantry pulled up her shirt and said, “Do you like my jeans?”
The maternity pants she showed me was her announcement to me. 🙂 My sweet baby girl was pregnant!
A few minutes later, she asked her brother if he was ready to be an uncle. (Her announcement to him.)
“No!” he said, and he made a face. But a few minutes later I shot this photo of him and his sister and sent it to my sister with this message:
Apparently, she knew which child of mine was pregnant, despite my ambiguous photo. And my sister clearly went right on cheering the football team after her brief congratulatory message to me.
Laura found it a bit harder to share the news with her father — because our two husbands were conversing about politics and world events. How do you interject baby talk?
Finally, Laura just inserted herself into the conversation with:
“Dad, what do you want your grandchildren to call you?”
Politics and football were forgotten and joy was the evening’s theme.
But it does beg the question — at least for me — what do I want my grandchildren to call me? I am far too young to be called “Grandmom.” Right?
I need ideas! Help!
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Aww what a sweet way to find out:) My parents are Nana and Papa to my niece and nephew. Don’t know if that helps:) Congratulations!
Thanks! One of my grandmothers called herself Nana, and I thought it wonderful — but also something that makes me think of her, not me. But we will see! 🙂
Ben was the one who named my parents when he was just learning to talk. He was their first grandchild. She asked him “what’s my name, Ben?” He said “Nene” and pointing at my father was asked “what’s his name?” He said “Papa”, we had been calling them grandma and grandpa. Maybe your first grandchild will name you too!
That is precious, Shari! But did your other children automatically call your parents Nene and Papa, too? Is it the first grandchild’s right to name the grandparents? 🙂 Thanks for your answer, that may be a good solution…
I have an idea what I’d like mine to call me, but I was thinking, “Why not let the baby make one up?” Wouldn’t that be special?
Oooohhh, do tell your ideas! 🙂 I suppose letting the first grandbaby make up the name would be rather special. I still remember one of my nephew’s calling me “S’ra” (and can almost hear his little voice); it remains precious to me. One of my nieces had difficulty with the “S” and called me “Ree-ra,” also precious, and despite being called different names, I knew when I was being beckoned and felt special. Now I am getting excited! 🙂 Thanks for commenting!