I was Gaga first. I can prove it. Declared by my granddaughter and made official by the State of Texas. All the other grandmothers had laid claim to the desirable names; Nana, Mimi, Gigi, Nona and other more exotic colloquialisms for grandmother. So I said I want to be known by whatever name my granddaughter first calls me. And I waited for the rare utterance that Gabrielle would first call me. When I would feed her, every time I saw her I identified myself to her and I repeated my name over and over as ‘Graaan-ma about a million times and then one day when that baby was not even two years old, she was on the phone to call to talk to me and she said plain as you can say it: “ Hi Doggy.”
“Doggy!” Could I live with doggy? You bet. Anyone that has the unconditional love of a child would answer to “gagme” and smile proudly if her grandchild wanted to call her that. But she quickly knew I wasn’t her doggy, because she had a doggy and I wasn’t it! So she changed from calling me Doggy to Goggy and then Gaga. I ordered crowning vanity plates from the Texas, the Lone Star State, which of course is unimpeachable validation.
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