But I really do want to get back to keeping up with this poor neglected little site of mine. So here's a lighthearted little post--mostly for me, I guess (as it falls under the category of "online scrapbook of Pearl family memories"), but maybe you'll enjoy it, too.
My self-chosen grandmother handle is "Grammy." I thought this would be a cute variation of the "Grandma" title that my siblings and I used for both of our grandmothers growing up. It took some of our grandchildren much longer to master my name than it did for them to call my husband "Papa," but I was in no rush. And if in the process of trying to pronounce "Grammy" they had come up with an adorable alternative and it had stuck, I would have been totally on board with that. But our verbally precocious oldest grandchildren, the twins (now almost 9), started out by calling me "Gra Gra," which eventually morphed into "Gray," and finally they were able to manage "Grammy."
Some of our other grandchildren have had trouble saying "Grammy" when they first began to talk, so I've answered to "Mammy" plenty of times. "Mammy" didn't stick with any of them, however, once they were able to master the G-R sound.
But then our second-born's firstborn son, Junior (who is now 4), came up with his own unique variation: "Ree Ree." And my son and his wife thought it was so cute that they all started calling me that. Now Junior's younger brother, Jedi, calls me "Ree Ree" as well, and I'm sure baby brother Topper will follow suit, once he gets more verbally inclined.
So of the four sons who have children, three of the families call me "Grammy" and one calls me "Ree Ree." If you had told me this would happen ahead of time, I would have thought it very strange; but now, it just seems totally normal. And I sort of like having both monikers.
I can't tell you how wonderful it's been to live so close to all the little people who call me by those two names (16 of them now, with two more on the way). We are so glad we made this move to VA, where we could be a regular part of all their lives. Trips to Grammy's/Ree Ree's house are fairly routine--or at least they were, pre-coronavirus. Case in point: back in September of 2019, I got this text from Junior's mom.
Oh my goodness, is this the best or what? She followed it up with, "Meanwhile he's in his underwear and doesn't know how to pedal." (My girls are so funny, among their many other great qualities.) That little guy can run away to Ree Ree's house anytime he wants--although he does live 50 minutes away, so it's probably not going to happen!
Junior is quite the host with the most, and one of the last times his parents had Papa and Ree Ree over for dinner, he made place cards for everyone so we'd know where to sit.
I do believe I'm the most blessed (and perhaps only?) Ree Ree on the planet! Life is good, my friends. Even when the world seems to be falling apart around you, there is always a reason for joy. In my case, make that 16-going-on-18 reasons.
Stay healthy, dear readers! And believe that this will be over one day, and our lives will be filled once again with big family dinners!