Just Call Me, “Saba”
When I was 9 months pregnant, I got a call from my dad, “Hi Julie. I thought of my grandpa name…Saba”.
“What?! Is that from the Lion King or something?” I laughed. He went on to explain that Saba is Hebrew for Grandpa, and he didn’t like “Poodles,” his nickname growing up, and the name I thought he should use.
“I can’t be Poodles, when Billy’s dad is Big Bear. It sounds so wimpy,” he explained. As of now, he is still nameless, and I’m hoping when Will can talk he will pick his grandpa name.
How did your parents pick their grandma and grandpa name? Or did your little one pick for them?