What the heck is a Glam-Mother?

I found out that I was a grandmother (shudder) when my grandchild was 10 years old (long story, another time).

So while I dodged the diaper changing bullet, I had to deal with what she should call me. And the list is not that long.  No offense meant to the mee-maws, grannys, gmas and other variations, but I was not ready so I go by Nana.

That's right, Nana...cool and easy for young tongues to pronounce.  I love this Glam-Mother thing so much...all the glory and no diapers, what a world.

Now in order to be a Glam-Mother, you have to be that Granny everybody hates.....hip, happy and concerned with your children's welfare as well as the world they live in.

Glam-Mothers turn up at all the family events with food, drink and lots of unsolicited advice.  Most often we end up organizing the food cause young women these days cannot cook.

And while we are busy in the kitchen, those lazy heifers are crowded in the bathroom taking selfies.

I am not an old fogie, but selfies are destroying the fabric of our nation (jk), Young women today tend to be preoccupied with everything but running a household and feeding their children.

Here is a photo of the reason for my Glam-Motherhood and I sure love this girl, but not enough to let her call me Granny.

At least not yet.  My grandmother was the queen of Glam-Mother's, we called her Dollface.  She introduced me to fine food, how to tell if it's real crystal and how to roast meat.  She dressed like a diva before Black folks knew what that is.  I am grateful beyond telling that she was there to show me what a Glam-Mother should be.