School is picking up, so blogs are going to be at a minimum the next few weeks, but I’ll do what I can. Today you get a theory. As I prepare for fatherhood, we are now in the 2nd trimester! Also, I am newly an uncle as of April 22nd! I have had a conversation with some about what to call the grandparents. I have learned that sometimes grandparents names just happen. A grandkid in their learning of this vast new world of language try to say something, a name just emerges.
However, I think that the name from grandparents come for our idea of grandparents. I never knew my mom’s dad. He passed away before any of the grandkids were born, but I did know my dad’s dad, Abraham Tiger. No middle name, just Abraham. Of course, I didn’t know him as such, to me he was and always will be Papa. When I think of a grandfather, Papa is forever ingrained in my mind. Just hearing the name brings joy to my heart. And when the time comes many moons from now, and if I have the choice, I will choose Papa.
I had assumed then that my dad would want to be called Papa. After all that was the name that I associate with being a grandfather, but my dad when he thinks about grandfather does not think about his dad, but about his grandfather who he called Granddad. Just like in my mind is a grandfather Papa, so in his mind is a grandfather Granddad.
My conclusion is thus: Grandparents names skips a generation. So, my grandparent line may be something like Granddad, Papa, Granddad, Papa. Just a thought. If you have any leave them below.