In May of 2013, I was selling fudge with my oldest daughter at the Main Farmers’ Market in Ottawa when she handed me a book – Chicken Soup for the Grandma’s Soul . What a happy day! I remember being so excited that she had finally become pregnant (they’d been trying for a while) and that I was to be a grandma! Her and her husband later went to visit my husband at work to tell him.
Aside from being excited, I was confronted with a problem…what would the baby call me? I never thought this would be a problem, but the question haunted me. I searched websites, I asked on Facebook, and I prayed. I would decide, then become unsure. I would decide again, then I would realize my husband would never catch on. I couldn’t be Nanny, or Grandma, or Granny…they were already taken. Finally I decided on Nana…and so I was for the first month or so…but it just didn’t feel right. Grand-Melina is what evolved.
And Grand-Melina I’ve enjoyed being. Baby sold fudge with us at her first market when she was only 2 weeks old. Our new mascot! I was already selling with my oldest, and my 4 youngest, and with baby (and everyone who stopped by to visit) we were becoming quite a large group. We did manage to sell some fudge too!
I’ve recently been blessed with having my daughter, her husband, and baby move in with us temporarily. What a joy to have them here – and to have baby get to know us better. We now have 13 people living at home again. I love it! What a blessing to have baby come downstairs this morning and wish her a Happy Birthday first thing. We had a party on the weekend, and we’ll have a fun supper of waffles and toppings for supper today.
I’m anticipating a long and happy life as Grand-Melina and I joke that baby is the first of at least 50 grandkids…but then God has an even bigger sense of humour than I do!