We have ongoing plumbing issues with our house. We have had them since we moved in. Since plumbing is my husband’s department, I’m at his mercy. For years now if I push my shower off or wait a day too long to do laundry, that will be the time the plumbing will act up. It never fails!
Well, today I am thankful that I got my laundry done yesterday, BEFORE my husband declared a ban on laundry until the latest plumbing issue is fixed. Phew!
In my early blogging days, I wrote a post about my “Grandma” name. You can read it here →My Grandma Name. Well, here we are 7 months later and time is closing in on us. CJ’s little sibling is due very soon. It’s been a long 7 months and it took a lot of work but I almost have my husband and kids calling me “Nonna” some of the time when CJ is around. They are trying. I ended up choosing Nonna myself after receiving no input from anyone. I like Nonna because it’s the Italian word for Grandma and I like that it gives me a connection to my own Italian heritage.
So we had this plan. If everyone calls me Nonna, CJ will eventually begin calling me Nonna. It sounds simple enough, right? After all, the reason he calls me “Mom” is because that’s what he heard. Wouldn’t you know, about 3 months ago, while I was visiting him, CJ pulled me to the side and whispered in my ear, “I know what I want to call you.”
I didn’t know what to expect. This kid has one heck of an imagination and I can’t begin to figure out how his mind works! “What?” I asked, ready for anything!
“I want to call you- Lucy,” he said, with a triumphant emphasis on the name.
Okay, I have to admit I was not expecting this. “Lucy?” I repeated. He nodded emphatically. “Are you sure?” He was.
We humored him. “CJ, say goodbye to Nonna.” CJ would say, “Goodbye, Lucy.” “Can you give this to Nonna?” “Here you go, Lucy!”
It took a little while to get the source of the name. He did not give it up at first. When he did, he was matter of fact. “Lucy is Wyldstyle’s real name.”
Now I was really confused. Who was Wyldstyle? I asked CJ’s parents and they both laughed, knowingly. It was all clear to them now. Wyldstyle was in the Lego Movie. She is the love interest of the main character, Emmet, although Batman is her boyfriend.
Lego.com describes her as- A free spirit who loves pushing boundaries and being creative. She has a strong, independent streak that makes her question when things are wrong.
Brickipedia (a Lego Wikipedia) gives her background as- She is as “tough as nails” and is Emmet’s love interest. As an independent figure, she doesn’t let others give her orders easily; as a Master Builder, her creativity rivals even her no-business attitude. Despite this, she has a caring heart and puts a great deal of faith in those she considers friends.
Check out the video. (It’s short.)
So, you tell me, Nonna or Lucy? Which would you want to be?
I haven’t been able to keep up with my 30 Days of Thanks. There are some that might say it’s understandable given the things that have been going on but I feel bad all the same. I do have a lot to be thankful for these days. I’ve lost track of the days but I’m going to list out what I’m thankful for this week and the way I look at it, it’s the thought that counts, not the number, right?
♥ I am thankful that after yet another trip to the hospital that my daughter-in-law and unborn grandchild are doing okay. The baby was up to his usual tricks- he doesn’t like the feel of the monitors pressing against him so he spent hours squirming and pushing back against them. But he’s doing okay and that’s what is important.
♥ I am thankful that my daughter-in-law is sharing this experience with me. I know that all mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationships are not created equal and some are better than others.
♥ I am thankful for my friends who remain by my side (even if only in spirit or by text) despite my absence in their lives lately.
♥ I am thankful for my friend, John. This week proved to be a stressful one and when I cracked under the pressure, he was there. He remained a strong presence in a very real way. He stayed close by texts but he seemed to sense the second I needed to talk and called more than once instead of answering by text. I’m sure he’s not even aware of what he did or how much it meant. He only accused me of “pita-ing” once. And he most definitely talked me down when I was on the verge of freaking out- really just letting everything get the best of me. The funny thing is that he didn’t use any of the typical responses- ‘everything will be okay’ or ‘you can handle this’ or ‘I’m here for you’. He was just there being a calm reassuring presence.
I’m hoping that things quiet down before they go crazy but I’m too realistic to believe that. Busy times are ahead and there’s no time to rest. 🙂