We think its my name
In this blog a few weeks ago I explained how second place can still be a win. Frankie, our youngest grandchild, is eighteen months old. She is the first of five grandchildren to say PaPa before CeCe. She calls him “BaBa.” She has started saying my name also. Well, at least we think she is.
About the same time every day
For about a month, on many days around 5:00-5:30 p.m., Frankie points to her mom’s phone and makes a two syllable sound, with her lips shut, and her mouth closed, from the back of her throat. I am not sure how to spell it. But I think I can describe what it sounds like. It sounds like “Gnk-Gnk.” If you keep your mouth closed and use the back of your throat to say these three consonants, that is what it sounds like when Frankie says my name. Her mom asks, “Where is CeCe?” Frankie points to me, and says, “Gnk-Gnk.” Lately, almost every day, her mother says around dinner time she starts saying, “Gnk-Gnk”, and points to the phone. I guess this means she wants to FaceTime with me. She says “BaBa,” and points to the phone, too.
It is crazy fun and crazy wonderful, and, crazy confusing. It is confusing because no matter which one of us answers the phone first, or calls her, the first thing she does is say the name of the other one! Her mother texts me and says, “Frankie is asking for you,” meaning she is saying, “Gnk-Gnk.” When I Facetime her, the first thing she does when she sees me is say, “BaBa?” PaPa says the same is true when he FaceTimes her. She sees him, and says, “Gnk-Gnk?” So, we FaceTime with Frankie and almost the entire time she asks for whoever she cannot see. I try talking to her, but no dice. She immediately begins saying “BaBa?” PaPa tries talking to her and, nothing doing. She now demands, “Gnk-Gnk?”
Hey, it’s two syllables
None of us are sure what this is all about. Not her mom. Not PaPa or CeCe. But we are not complaining. It is very clear she associates these names and sounds with us. And it is very clear that when we are not there, when she cannot see us, she wants to. She knows who we are. She is thinking about us! Hows cool is that?! And even though she is not saying anything even close to my name, except that it is also two syllables, I’ll take it. I am more than happy being “Gnk-Gnk” as long as it works for her. Maybe as she grows older and her vocabulary grows, she will choose to continue to call me “Gnk-Gnk.” Perhaps it will be a departure from the others who call me CeCe as a way of expressing her unique affection for me. That would be crazy sweet.
Gramasylum is a crazy place to live. The crazy love runs so deep and never seems to run out. Honestly, it does not matter what she calls me. The fact that she calls me, she knows me, that I have the blessing of living close enough to all of my grandchildren to see them pretty regularly, is priceless. She said “BaBa” before she said “Gnk-Gnk.” Still a win. When I call her she wants to see “BaBa.” Still a win. PaPa and I know how to share. And there is more than enough love and joy to go around.
In two weeks Frankie is coming for the weekend. Whatever she calls me, I will be crazy happy to have her here and crazy ready to do whatever I have to do to make sure she knows how much I love her. She will grow up to know, like the rest of them, that her CeCe is crazy about her. Well, maybe her CeCe is just plain crazy. No matter. At least she calls me.
What is your grama name? And, how did you get it? I will post your story in an upcoming blog if you share it. Come on. Share!