There are so many terms for grandparents, and they vary from region to region. In many Asian families, different names are used for paternal and maternal grandparents, which can be confusing as cousins calling their grandparents different names depending upon which side of the family they are from.

Since both my parents are from Taiwan, I call my maternal grandparents po-po (grandmother) and gong-gong (grandfather) and my paternal grandparents ama (grandmother) and a-gong (grandfather). When M was born we knew immediately that he would call my parents ama (grandmother) and a-gong (grandfather). I love hearing M say a-gong and ama.

With Mr. Ice Cream’s parents the decision of what to be called was not as straightforward. Mr. Ice Cream calls his maternal grandparents Nanny and Grandpa and he called his paternal grandparents Grammy and Pops. While Mr. Ice Cream’s dad decided early on that he wanted to be called “Pops” like his dad, there was a time where other options were thrown around. My favorite was “mobo” for “motherboard” (Mr. Ice Cream gets his geekiness from his dad!). Whether that was a serious contender or not is still up for debate (but secretly it had my vote!). Mr. Ice Cream’s mom had a harder time deciding but after a lot of brainstorming eventually decided on “Bebe.” Now I can’t imagine M calling her anything else.

Some days Mr. Ice Cream and I are envious of our friends with little kids who have their parents just down the road. Yes, mainly for the free babysitting, but also because it is so special seeing the bond form between your little one and your parents. Luckily, my parents are only a few hours away in North Carolina and Mr. Ice Cream’s parents make it a point to visit every couple weeks. When Mr. Ice Cream’s parents aren’t here, we do our best to Facetime as often as possible. Now when M hears the Facetime ringtone his head pops up and he says “Pops Bebe.” The other day when we were Facetiming with Pops and Bebe, M got a glimpse of a Thomas the tank engine scooter (Hanukkah gift) in the background. As soon as the call ended, M took Mr. Ice Cream’s hand and led him to the door and said “Pops Bebe house.”

Seeing the connection and love that M has for his grandparents is one of the most touching things I’ve experienced. I’m so thankful for their strong presence in his life and I can’t wait to spend the holidays visiting North Carolina and Chicago.

What do your little ones call their grandparents? And are your little ones close with their grandparents?