What do your grandchildren call you?
It’s such a simple question, and yet it carries so much weight.
When we became mothers, there was no debate. It was Mom. We couldn’t wait to hear it. That name felt earned, claimed, sacred. We stepped into it without hesitation.
But becoming a grandmother?
That’s different.
It’s a new chapter, one filled with awe, pride, and a kind of love that surprises you with its depth. And almost immediately, another thought sneaks in:
What will they call me?
“Grandmother” sounds beautiful. Timeless. Honoring.
But if we’re being honest… it also makes us pause.
Are we old enough for that word?
We don’t feel old. We still feel vibrant. Curious. Alive. So when names like Mimi, Glamma, Gigi, or TeTee start floating around, they bring relief — and a little joy. They soften the moment. They make space for fun, for identity, for choice.
My grandchildren call me MiMi. And I love it.
(Though “Grandma” would be just fine too.)
Because here’s the truth: we are a new generation of grandmothers. And aunts. And women in our 60s who are not fading into the background. This is our time to dial into our style, our balance, our friendships, our families — and yes, our fun. This is not the end of something. It’s the beginning of something deeply meaningful.
Still… there’s a moment. A moment where it hits us.
We’re now the older women at weddings.
At graduations.
At family gatherings.
We feel young, but suddenly we’re being labeled differently. And that shift can feel heavy, even when it’s wrapped in love.
I saw this so clearly one day in the boutique.
A woman came in looking for a dress for a wedding. She said quietly, almost apologetically, “I’m going to be the oldest one there.” She didn’t want anything flashy. Didn’t want to stand out, as if her age alone already did.
She was stunning. She had taken incredible care of herself. But this was a new chapter, and she felt the weight of it.
We styled her in a long, beautiful, show‑stopping dress.
And something changed.
She wasn’t excited because she looked “good for her age.”
She was excited because she looked good. Period.
That moment, that feeling, that is why I opened this boutique.
Not just to sell clothes, but to hold space for women who are navigating these quiet transitions. I opened it during a season of deep grief in my own life. And without even knowing it, women (strangers at the time) — rallied around me and helped me heal. Style became connection. Connection became comfort.
It’s what we did for that woman.
It’s what we did for Beth as she prepared for a wedding filled with emotion.
It’s what we do for each other.
Being a grandmother is one of the greatest blessings there is. It truly is the best club. But it can make you feel “old” for just a minute — and that’s okay to admit.
So I say this with love: celebrate it. Celebrate you.
Pick the nickname that feels right. Have fun with your style. Buy the outfit that makes you feel beautiful walking into the room. You’ve earned every bit of this season.
The love you feel for your grandchildren is unmatched.
And you deserve to feel just as good about yourself while you’re loving them.
So tell me, what do your grandchildren call you?
And if you’re still waiting for that name to arrive, what do you hope it will be?
This chapter?
It’s a good one.