Grandma’s are special people. They make their grand kid’s laugh. They love to bake with their grand kids. They are willing to buy their grand kids just about anything when they go to the store together. They do all sorts of things with and for their grand kids.
Some grandma’s are called just that grandma. Other grandma’s are called nana. I’m guessing this all depends on where people are from and what their culture is. I also know that in different cultures people use other words, but when you come right down to it kids call their grandma’s either grandma or nana.
For me I had one of each. Technically they were both my grandma’s. You see when I was little I would always get my grandma’s confused with each other. I could never remember who was my mom’s mom and who was my dad’s mom. Before my family and I would go to visit them I would always ask “which grandma are we going to see”. My parents would always tell me, but until I got to their house I could never figure out which was which.
That’s when I decided I would call my dad’s mom grandma and my mom’s mom nana. It made it easier for me to remember who was who. I loved them both equally, but it was nice to know which grandma belong to which side of my family.
My grandma was a funny lady! She would always make me laugh. She was apart of the first generation on my dad’s side to be born here in America. She was my Sicilian grandma who would always tell me to eat. She also had a contagious laugh. Once she started to laugh it didn’t take long for everyone in the room to start laugh with her.
My nana was a sweet lady. She was also apart of the first generation to be born here in America. Only on my mom’s side of my family. She was Italian. For me there aren’t enough words adequate enough to describe her. As I grew up my nana became very special to me. She always had an encouraging word for me. She made the ONLY apple pie that I would eat. Seriously her apple pies were the only apple pies I ever liked growing up. When she knew we were coming to visit she would always make two apple pies. One for everyone to enjoy and one little one for me to take home. My nana was so special to me that I named my youngest daughter after her.
I miss my grandma and my nana. It’s been years now since they both passed away, but I have wonderful memories of both of them.
so now you know why I call both of my grandma’s “grandma and nana”. What about you? Do you call both of your grandma’s, grandma or do you call one grandma and the other nana? I would love to hear from you!
Below is a picture of both my grandma’s. My nana is on the left and my grandma is on the right.
