Stephenson Family Ties

Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I've got a name
I've got a name
like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I've got a name
I've got a name
by:Jim Croce

Im not sure why blogging leads to the spilling forth of ones inner-most twisted, repressed thoughts and confessions-really I dont. But sometimes I find it irresistible to open the floodgates and let the frightening, egotistical thoughts rush out.
I suppose its cheap therapy.
It has the most bang for the buck.
So....
ready or not, here is yet another glimpse into the recesses of my strange mind.

My sweet Builder resisted the idea of being thought of as a grandpa. He didnt relish the 'title' of grandpa. It really had nothing to do with the 'name' grandpa, but just being old enough to BE a grandpa. But be reassured and know that he has fully recovered from this blow to his ego. He LOVES being PopPa!! Loves it!!! And now that L has named him thus, he will forever go down in history as PopPa!! For all generations of time!!

'L's' grandparents on his maternal side also have lovely, endearing names. There is Granny, and Nana and PopPa.
All these familial names are now said with complete clarity and distinction too!!

He can call Brian to attention when he says, "hey Bri!!" and Anna is an easy name for him as well. He joyfully greets his aunt and uncle with a salutation that goes like this, "Hey Joe, Hey Nat!!!"

And so....who am I you might inquire? (Thankfully I do know my rightful place in the universe, which of course is critically important to know.)
But Im still left with the echoing question of my name to be known by to all the blessed grandchildren that will come our way??
My beloved 'L,' has been not so affectionately naming me "Hey!!!" or 'Hey you."
So will you now empathize with silly little me for my lack of an official name?!??! Can you see how I've been rejected and neglected by a two year old!!!?? Dont you agree that I've needed a real name? (cause it is all about me ya know.) I've been grumbling under my breath, I've cried in my pillow at night-sort of, and have been shouting quietly to the cosmos that I didnt have a name. I tried bribing him with sweets, and all other brainwashing tactics I knew. I tried reverse physiology, and indifference. All to no avail. I seemed destined to always be called, "hey you."
Nobody knew the hurt I knew.
tehetehe
Oh the rejection I felt.
(silly ego)

But now I'll have you know that Heavens does listen!!
(heaven always does, one way or another.)

The very day that L's little sister arrived, I received my name!!!
I am now happily, gleefully, joyfully answering to the name of MeME!!!
I will now go down in the annuals of Grandmadom as MeMe!!
I've got a name!!!!
Prayers have been answered.
Sweet!!!