Lori Borgman: Some grand points on name calling


By Lori Borgman - Tribune News Service



Columnist Lori Borgman writes the Borgman-Column for McClatchy-Tribune. (MCT)

Columnist Lori Borgman writes the Borgman-Column for McClatchy-Tribune. (MCT)


With 11 grandchildren clustered somewhat close together in age, there are bound to be times when sparks fly. I happened by smoldering fireworks when one was lounging in a bean bag chair and a cousin was standing adjacent to him looking distressed.

“He’s name calling,” she said, nodding toward her cousin, who was working hard on his best 6-year-old poker face.

“Is that right?” I asked.

He raised one eyebrow and was noncommittal. He might have; he might not have. He was as innocent as a Cheshire cat with a small bird feather stuck to the corner of its mouth.

“What name did he call you?”

“He called me Mr. Blueberry Muffin Mix.”

“Mr. Blueberry Muffin Mix is not name calling,” I said. “Name calling would be — well, never mind, but blueberry muffin mix isn’t really name calling.”

“But it’s not my name, so it’s name calling,” she insisted.

She had me there. Him, too.

“Your mother is upstairs making blueberry muffins for everyone. I’m sure he saw her working, and that’s why he called you Mr. Blueberry Muffin Mix. He’s just being silly. Ignore him.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because he called me another name, too.”

“What?”

“He called me G-g-g-graaaa.”

“I can’t understand you. What did he call you?”

“He called me GRANDMA!” she wailed.

“Grandma? That’s my name! That’s a beautiful name!”

I acted like I was crying, too, because my name had been used as a taunt. The precious little ones, the very ones who have showered me with construction paper bouquets and homemade cards scrawled with the words, “I love you,” were now using my name as a taunt.

Et tu, Brutus?

“Why, Grandma is one of the loveliest names in the world,” I said. “It’s Latin for survivor. In the Greek it means, ‘She lived to tell about it.’”

“But I’m not a grandma!” she wailed.

The Cheshire cat was scanning the room for exits. He knows this grandma doesn’t just hand out cookies; she hands out the long arm of the law, too.

“You called her Grandma?” I asked.

“Yes,” he confessed.

“I’m going to assume you meant that as a compliment.”

He nodded vigorously.

I sent the verbally wounded one upstairs for a blueberry muffin.

I circled back by the bean chairs a minute later and saw the younger sister of the one who had been called Mr. Blueberry Muffin Mix leaning over the cousin still lounging on the bean bags.

Five years old, the loving and gentle child who rarely speaks above a soft whisper was shooting fire from her crystal blue eyes, hissing at her beloved cousin, “Did you tell my sister you’re sorry?”

He looked scared. I was, too, frankly. Nobody knew she had it in her. It was more shocking than hearing the name Grandma used as a taunt.

Family. It’s what we do best.

Columnist Lori Borgman writes the Borgman-Column for McClatchy-Tribune. (MCT)
https://www.limaohio.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/54/2018/08/web1_Borgman-Lori-CMYK-4.jpgColumnist Lori Borgman writes the Borgman-Column for McClatchy-Tribune. (MCT)

By Lori Borgman

Tribune News Service

Lori Borgman is a columnist, author and speaker. Reach her at lori@loriborgman.com.

Lori Borgman is a columnist, author and speaker. Reach her at lori@loriborgman.com.

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