What can I say? I grew up in a generation that actually is well defined by history, the Hippy Generation. A common definition of a hippy is a young person of the 1960s who rejected established social mores, advocated spontaneity and the expanding of consciousness, and often wore long hair and unconventional clothes. Guess that fits me except I really never rejected established social mores. I married very young and was blessed with two exceptional children. They in turn, blessed me with eight exceptional grandchildren.
The name that children call their grandmother evolves over time. Before you become a grandmother, you may think you don’t want to be called by any of the “old lady” names, because you’re not ready for the rocking chair! However, once the baby is born, you’ll be amazed at how the magic of the words spoken from those tiny little lips transfer the term ‘grandmother’ into a magical, beautiful thing, and how the rocking chair welcomes you both to a new world and the names they use to acknowledge you comes from pure love. Like my mother and grandmother before me, I became “Mommom”. Of all the names I have been called over my lifetime this name ranks 2nd only to “Mommy”.
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A number of people have been after me to sell my concoctions and share some of my secrets. This will be a journey for me to undertake and yet it does make sense to me to share my wares and knowledge much like my Mother and Grandmothers did with me. This site shall be that effort.