As a little girl I called my parents Maman and Pop. I never really stopped to think about their names. My American Grandfather and step Grandmother were called Grandpa and Mary (or The Dragon Lady behind her back). It’s a miracle that one never slipped out. As a little girl, I thought it had to do with her beautiful, colorful kaftans, not my father’s sentiments for her. Funny how kids interpret things.
In France, they were Grand-Pere and Grand-Mere. At a certain age, I wondered why most of my cousins called my grandmother Mamie. I asked my mother about it and she told me she didn’t want to confuse me as Mamie, a common term for grandmother, was too close in pronunciation to Mommy. I had an “A-HA” moment as I never really put the two together until then.
I do recall a time when I wanted to call my mother Mommy and even tried to. As I remember it, she would respond that she wasn’t Mommy but Maman. I don’t think her request bothered me at the time. That said, as I got older and would occasionally call her Mommy by accident. I remember she would get annoyed because it reminded her of the film “Mommy Dearest”. Boy admitting that was one of her finest mistakes. As a tween & teen I could imply she was being horrible without actually saying the words. I’d run around the house shouting “NO MORE WIRE HANGERS!!” – a mechanism to push her buttons as easy as the actual push of a button!
Fast Forward enough years to make me a mother. (I may not be Joan Crawford but I can still be in denial about my age.)
THE PARENTS
For Javier, it should be fairly straight forward as the word for father is the same in French and Spanish: Papa. Still Daddy keeps cropping up. I’m blaming the school and no it definitely doesn’t have anything to do with any TV I may be allowing her to watch! And me? For the longest time, my eldest called me Mama because my husband refers to me as such. Somehow I did get her to call me Maman for a while and then she switched to Mommy. I try to encourage her to call me Maman. I don’t know what it is but I don’t feel like a Mommy. I am sure somewhere there is some book that says you will deeply scar your child if you refuse to respond to their attempts to call you by whichever name, but think of me as supporting the economy by investing in the future of psychotherapists and the like.
As an aside I’d love to be called Mummy. Chalking that one up to the 10 years I spent in the UK. I wonder if French mothers in the UK resent it because they envision Tutankhamun or Scooby-Doo.
THE GRANDPARENTS
At this point you may be wondering where the Greek nomenclature comes in. My mother decided that her grandchildren would call her Yaya and my father Papou. It’s not that I dislike these names. In fact I feel an attachment to Yaya as this term is used in Turkey where I lived for a time. Papou is sweet and it has grown on me as I hear my eldest daughter use it. But we aren’t Greek, have any Greek heritage, nor ever lived in Greece. And truth be told, it is uncomfortably close to Poo-poo. There I said it. Maybe it’s a good thing we don’t live so close to my parents. I can hear it now “Papou I need to Poopoo!” but she never just says things once. Try saying that 5 times in a row quickly. You get the picture…
I should say this whole post was inspired by a post I read on the topic. There I discovered another word for mother: Emme. I think Emme is so beautiful. Separately, I’ve always loved the Danish words for Grandmother and Grandfather, especially how they differentiate the set of grandparents (maternal or paternal). Mor is mother. Far is father. So MorMor means my mother’s mother and MorFar is mother’s father. I wish I could have persuaded my parents to adopt that but no such luck.
- Pea With Tatarabuelo (Great Grandfather) in Autlan 2009.
What do you call parents?Grandparents? Do you wish you could rename anyone? I wonder how many wonderful options are out there that I don’t know about. And if you have any latin grandparents, what do you call them? We refer to Javier’s parents as Abuelito y Abuelita but P hasn’t seen them since she could talk so who knows what will emerge. Maybe, just maybe, since my Franco-American parents have Greek names, my Mexican in-laws may be persuaded to take Scandinavian ones. No harm in asking!
Afterthought: While checking the spelling of Papou, I came across a thread stating that Opa means grandfather in German but Older brother in Korean. Of course the person who posed the question actually wanted to know what it meant in Greek.
Seeing her sit there holding the two little handles with a serious chocolate Dali-esque moustache, it dawned on me that I didn’t just want her to speak French, I wanted her to identify with what I perceive as some of the quintessential French experiences I grew up with during my long summers at my Grandmother’s.
Multilingual Mama 