Saturday, July 26, 2008
He Knows Our Names!
It is very nice when your grandson knows your name, when he calls you Nana and Poppop or Grandma and Grandpa. You strut around proudly, knowing your connection with the next generation is solid. You matter in his life.
That's until you walk through a senior citizen's complex with him, taking him to see his great grandparents and realize he calls everyone over fifty Nana and Poppop, points to each of them and says Nana, Popop like he's counting. It's a designation as much as a name. I'm one of the many Nanas.
But hey, I'll come when called. We all will.