Yaya. Translated from Greek, it means "Grandmother." That's what I am now...a grandmother. My new grandson will call me Yaya once he starts talking and catching on to the 'everyone and everything has a name' game. I can't wait for the day when I hear him call to me for the first time. I worry, however, that it may take a while. If I'm living away from him, it will be up to my son and his wife to keep the image of Yaya alive for him. Texas is a long way from Kauai and I don't know how often I'll be able to visit. Moving here would be fantastic, if I could find a way to swing it.
So, until then, my first grandson will have to rely on his mommy and daddy to talk about me, how much I love him and that I can't wait to see him again.
Getting on the airplane in 9 days to return to Texas is going to be very hard.