It’s must be weird being 2 years old. Everything they see is new and strange. My two year old spent six months with his maternal grandmother (my wife’s mother) while I was in California. To him, she was “Grandmom”. Upon my return, I was able to take him to visit my mother more often. I did not understand or like the fact that he would act downright shady towards my mom. He wouldn’t call her “Grandmom”, he wouldn’t hug her, and he just seemed perturbed by my mother (who happens to be the sweetest person on Earth.) I would use the fact that he is biracial to tease her, “Maybe it’s because you’re Black!” Ha ha.
His behavior continued on like this until about 4 months after my return. One evening, my wife and I took the kids out for dinner and invited our mothers as well. As usual we were running a little late because of last minute potty trips and such. We arrived to the restaurant, announced ourselves and were escorted to the table where our mothers’ sat chatting patiently.
My two year old walks up to the table and stops. He points excitedly at the ladies at the table already, “WHOA! There’s TWO Grandmom’s!!!” Not like a question. It was a firm statement, made by a little person who just had their mind blown! We all laughed, even my five year old. But then it hit me. My young son was unaware of the two grandmom concept. Furthermore, he was probably terrified that the Grandmom he knew was some kind of shape-shifter with two different houses and the ability to change skin!
He understands it now. My mother has since been treated with the love and respect she deserves. From a two year old. My son now has a method to distinguish between the grandma’s. My wife’s mother still gets to be “Grandmom”. My mother shall be known heretofore as “Other Grandmom”. I told her, “Hey, it beats ‘Black Grandmom’!” Ha ha.