- Monday, September 21, 2009
- Jim Sanders
Thirty years ago, I remember telling my dad that I wanted to make him something special for his birthday. Something he never had before.
I simply said, “Dad, I’m going to make you a . . . grandfather . . .”
He was a little startled at first, thinking the word “clock” or some such would immediately follow “grandfather.” But it didn’t. The last word of that sentence wasn’t an adjective, it was a noun! My wife and I were expecting our first child, thus my parent’s first grandchild.
I remember that moment like it was yesterday. And now, today, at 12:09 AM, I finally reached the same destination. Rachel Rosenberg entered my life and made me a grandfather too.
When you think about your little girl now having her own child, there are waves of emotions which pour over. How is it possible that little cherub who danced as a three-year-old is now old enough to be the mother of her own little one? I shake my head, wondering how three decades sped by so quickly. Would to God that I could relive so many of those moments!
Now I could wax eloquent about the litany of adjustments and life changes my daughter and her husband will make. I could provide wisdom on how to train up this child in the way she should go.
But alas, this is a blog, thereby requiring a certain degree of narcissism. Therefore, I feel the need to answer the frequently asked question:
“What do you want to be called?”
That is a difficult thing to ponder. Do I want a trendy name, a cutesy name, a traditional name? I’ve always liked the simple, “Grandpa.”
So I took a quick check of the Web, and I believe I may be too short-sighted. This site has a TON of suggestions.
Before I tell you where I landed, here are a few of the rejects and why I chose otherwise (my apologies if these are part of your family):
Pampa - Reminds me of a disposable diaper
BooBoo - That would be a mistake
Grandpappy - Seems like something Walter Brennan would have been named and I don’t walk with a limp
G - Nice and short (I call my mother “M”, my sister has long been “P”), but I think I want a name
Popsi - Three reasons: Popular Science is what comes to mind, as does popsicle, and flopsi, mopsi
G-Dawg - Is anyone really called that?
Umpa - Steve Cummings, my umpire friend, would love that, I’m sure
Big Bop - Has plane crash implications
Skipper - Where’s Gilligan, Ginger, Mary Ann and the Professor? Couldn’t do Skipper
No, I think I’ve settled on “Faux Paux” (Pronounced: Foe-Paw, though I don’t expect my little granddaughter to spell it correctly for another 10 years). It seems fitting for someone who’s made quite a few mistakes in life.
I'll have to wait and see. After all, it could very well be that Rachel Rosenberg will have the ultimate say in what she calls her very proud grandfather!