Not a Grandma

You might have noticed the two beautiful kiddos with me on my About page. If you haven’t, you should go check them out because they are truly good-looking. Although I can’t take all the credit since they are not mine but my daughter’s.

Now before you rush to call me grandma, let me say that although I have two amazing grandchildren, I am not a grandma. I am known as Moma, which we’ve decided means “more momma” or “momx2,” whichever you prefer. See, I had my children when I was very young. I was actually still a teenager when my daughter was born. So even though she waited much longer to have her first child, when she did I was still relatively young in the grand scheme of things (pun intended). Trying to decide what my soon-to-be grandson would call me was a pretty complex process. I wanted to be called Lola, as that is the name for grandmother in Tagalog, a primary language in the Philippines, and I am a proud first-generation daughter of a Filipino immigrant mother. However, that’s what my children already called my mother, so having two Lolas in the family would be too confusing. Years prior to this, when my son first adopted his dog, he had declared that I couldn’t be his dog’s mom because he was his dog’s dad. Therefore, he had stated that I was the dog’s grandma. To which I quickly replied, “I am not a grandma.” He then went on to come up with “Noma,” short for “Not Grandma.” So when by grandson entered the world, I decided that Noma would work just fine. My grandson had other ideas. As much as I tried, I only managed to get him to say “Noma” one time. He would say, “no” and “ma” but when he would put it together, he would switch it to Moma. So, Moma stuck, and he loves the fact that he’s the one who gave me my name.

I’m sure you’ve heard the quote, “If I had known grandchildren would be so much fun, I would have had them first.” I had too, but you truly can’t appreciate it or understand its depth until you’ve had a grandchild. I love my children and would still do anything I can for them, but the love I have for my grandchildren is on a completely different level. They have enriched my life in ways that I didn’t even know was possible, and for that I am so grateful. I’m even more grateful for the fact that they only live a couple miles away from me so I get to see them on a regular basis. I have many friends who aren’t so lucky. While my children have always been my inspiration to work hard, set goals and achieve them, and live a life they could admire (or at least not be embarrassed of), my grandchildren are my inspiration to build something that will be around long after I’m gone, to create a legacy that they can one day inherit. So while I might be “More Momma” to them, my grandchildren are the grandest inspiration to me.