Moppy MugPosted: January 8, 2009
I’ve let it be known that I do not wish to be called Grandma. Or Mamaw or Granny or MiMi or any such. I’d thought about Grand Mom — the words run together really fast. I sort of liked the idea of the “grand” part.
But then after losing Poppy, the idea of incorporating his nickname into mine came, and all I could think of was Moppy. Everybody hated it. But it has become increasingly familiar, and it is different, and it will be easy for tiny children to say.
And then came Christmas when it was set in stone:
… a gift from my son and daughter-in-law who had it specially made for me.