While driving to the airport two weeks ago, I had a horrible thought.
What name did my son use to authorize me to pick up my 12-year-old CA grandson from the Boston airport?
“Sky” had never flown on his own. But he couldn’t wait for the taste of independence (and full attention from doting grandparents) by flying across country to visit us for a week.
Our son, the nervous father, decided to allow Sky that freedom, although he also paid the (exorbitant) extra fee for flight attendant supervision getting on the plane and then checking ID from the authorized person at the gate once the plane arrived.
I was the authorized person . Me. The grandmother. Pamela S Wight. But suddenly on our way to pick up Sky, I had a sinking feeling.
I kept my name when I married. My guy has a delightful last name, and our children share it, but I had/have a delightful last name too and never understood why I needed to change it because of wedding vows.
I texted our son quickly. “What name did you use for the authorization to pick up Sky?”
He replied, “Yours.”
“What exact name?”
“Pam C___________a.”
Hell’s Bell’s. He used my guy’s last name. And his last name, but not my last name.
I texted again. “My driver’s license is my real name: Pamela S. Wight.”
Son: “Grrrrr.”
By the time we reached the airport, son had called United and tried to explain the change in names on the authorization form. It was too late, but the agent “added a note to the on-line form.”
Not comforting.
My guy and I raced to the ticket counter. I explained in a high and lilting voice, “I’m here to pick up my grandson!”
“Grandson’s name?” The clerk began to type type type: type type type. “Your license,” he requested. I handed it to him. “Type type type: type type type.
I stood there, holding my breath. One two three ….ten eleven twelve. Just as I exhaled, a machine whirled and the agent handed me a ticket that gave me access through security and to the gate.
Phew.
But then at Gate 24, where I watched Sky’s plane land and glide into its ramp, I approached the gate’s agent. Used my same excited voice about picking up my grandson.
“You’re at the right place,” the 50-ish man said to me. “Let me finish up the authorization.” Type type type. “Driver’s license please.” Type type type.
Then the agent stopped typing. He looked at the computer, looked at my driver’s license, looked at me. “This is not the same name as on the form.” The agent looked confused, but not worried.
I leaned against the counter as if talking to my new best friend. “Look,” I said, “my son has known me for all 40 of his years. He’s known my name for those 40 years. He owns all five of my published books, which show my name in living color. And yet, he used my husband’s last name when filling out the form.”
Understanding brightened the agent’s face. “Oh, you’re one of those!” he said with a laugh.
One of those? What is one of those? I daren’t ask. I just smiled and agreed. I’m one of those.
He nodded and said, “Okay.”
As Sky walked through the tunnel and into the light of the airport, he saw me standing, arms out. “Grammy Pammy!” he shouted, racing in for a hug.
I gave the agent a smile and a wink. “I’m one of those,” I repeated.
Wonderful story, Pam, I love it all and especially the ending. ♥️
P.s. also one of those
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Howdy do, “one of those”! 😏 Thank goodness for happy endings. 🧡
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How great. As a man, I’ve never had to think about being one of those.
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Exactly!! Maybe by the next generation both sexes won’t have to think about being being “one of those”! 🤓
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Dear Pam,
nicely told story. Thanks for sharing.
Wishing you a great weekend
The Fab Four of Cley
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Thanks and glad you enjoyed. 😎
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Oh, I love it! And especially the happy ending for Grammy Pammy!
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This true story had the same “arc” as fiction. A problem, suspense, a riveting climax and thank goodness a happy ending. ☺️
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Ahh, one of those. 😉 I am sure you will have a wonderful visit with our grandson, as he will with you. ❤
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He’s a sweetheart AND a poet! And asked to go to bed by 8:30 each night so he could read for 45 minutes. A kindred spirit for sure. 😍
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Oh my gosh, yes. ❤
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Lovely story, and I learned a bit more about you! I hope your grandson is having a wonderful visit! ❤️
I don’t think I felt pressured to take my husband’s name, and if I had published under my own birth last name, I would have kept it. But now I only have to spell my first name for people. 😀 Our younger child took her husband’s last name; our older child kept their own.
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The good news is that women have more of a choice now. Both my daughter and my daughter-in-law chose to take their husbands’ last name. Go figure! 😏
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Yes, there’s a difference though in choosing.
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We should start a club!😉Enjoy your time with your grandson, Pam.❤️
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What a happy club that would be, Jill! 😛 Sky is a delight. And a huge reader. Yay!
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I had a feeling you were one of those, and your grandson did too! well done and I love the ending
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Haha. I admit, I love being “one of those.” 😇💚
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me too
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Awwwww I loved this story. 💕
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Thank you, Tara. It was fun sharing the tale once the stress was gone and the ending happy. 😉
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I completely understand. Believe me.
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I’m surprised they even noticed. I once blew out of Boston on a driver’s license that had been expired for almost two months (it was when Massachusetts stopped notifying people, and I never looked), and no one said anything until I was coming back from Jacksonville.
But that’s a great story!
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More diligence when a child is involved, which is a good thing. I’m lucky the agent gave me a “name” break. 🙃
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That’s true. I didn’t think of that.
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Pam, so happy you are “one of those”. How obnoxious.
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It is what it is, as they say. Perhaps I should change my license to “Grammy Pammy.” 😉
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The best identifier.
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I’m so happy you and your guy and your grandson have a whole week together! Anytime there’s a single thing out of place with airlines, it can be a huge hassle. Thank goodness the gate agent understood you’re ONE OF THOSE. It helps when the grandson can confirm your identity so adorably!
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Sky had no idea how quickly he verified my identification!! 😛
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What a great ending to this story. I can understand your concern. I love the agent’s commentary, politely casting shade. I do hope you had a chat with your son about what name to call you, besides Mom.
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My son is rather clueless! I really don’t know what he was thinking except what was expedient at the time when he quickly filled out the form.It’s kind of cute except it almost got me in big trouble. 😏
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Ahhhh…love it!!!! So you’re one o’ those uh?! Teehee 😹
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And now that I think about it, what fun it is being “One of those.” 😊
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Teehee 😹
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So glad that you were able to get your grandson!!! Enjoy the week with him!!!
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The week was incredible – hours of Monopoly as well as long hikes, big ice cream cones, and of course we cooked his favorite meals. 🙂 THANK you.
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You are definitely “one of those!” Strong independent women that choose to keep their own name and ore married identity. Or some form of that haha.
Great story beautifully told! Glad it all worked out!
Peta
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Waaay back when I made the decision to not change my name, Peta, it was a “BIG DEAL” and I got a lot of disapproving comments. But now fortunately women have an easier time of making that choice. I’ll admit, It ended up being a good “teaching moment” for all of our grandkids when we told them about the arrival excitement. ;-0
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One of those, strong, capable, independent, adventurous, loving. I do hope your week is the amazing adventure it has begun to be.
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Many thanks, Rebecca. The visit with Sky has been incredible. He’s a READER and at 12 has already read Moby Dick. Ack. I asked him to give me a short synopsis. 🙂
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That’s wonderful! Reading is the key to so many things. I’m glad for him.
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I’m one of those too! My granddaughters (age 15) were here for the weekend. There was talk in the past about coming alone (they live across the country) but it didn’t happen. At this point, they have travelled quite a big and are better travelers than I am! Have a great time with your grandson.
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Whether alone or with other grandkids and/or cousins, it’s all wonderful when they visit, isn’t it? 🙂
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They always visit with mom and maybe an aunt. They don’t have cousins on our side of the family. I was thinking about it today. Many people are choosing not to have kids. Out of 4 kids, only one of my husband’s had children. My niece also has 4 with only one reproducing and her granddaughter says she doesn’t intend to (she’s mid-30s so it’s likely set in stone). Grandkids will be a rare and valuable commodity soon!
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You started my Friday off with a big smile. You’re ONE OF THOSE, and we love you anyway! 🙂
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I released a huge chuckle when I read your comment, Elizabeth. So glad I’m loved (anyway). 🙂 Thanks so much for sharing my story on FB. xo ❤
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There are more and more of “those” all the time. At one friend’s wedding, the bride stood up and said, “My husband has decided to keep his last name, and so have I.” I though it was a great way to frame it.
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Arlene – I LOVE how the bride explained why both she and her husband decided to keep their names. Wonderful. ❤
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Thanks for the smiles Pam. You’re definitely one of those! A strong, creative, loving grandmother. Enjoy your time with your grandson! 🧡
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No quiet meek demure grandmother am I, for sure. By the way, Ski and I hiked around Walden Pond. He is now a fan of Henry David Thoreau – and the importance of taking care of our Earth. Score one for Grammy Pammy. 🙂
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Very cool. Thanks for introducing him to a slice of heaven on earth.
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Hi. I’m glad the airline didn’t give you a hard time. This was a situation that could have gotten messy. Great photo of you and your grandson.
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Oh yeah, the situation could have gotten REALLY messy. Good karma that day. Many thanks.
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With a tear in my eye and a smile in my heart I rejoice at GRAMMY PAMMY! Whew!
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Smiles, Jeanette, you have the most lovely smile, and how can we not laugh at the nomenclature of “Grammy Pammy”? 🙂
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I one of those other “other ones.” I married, took my husband’s name, and then kept it after we divorced. It had become my professional name, and it held the person I’d become better than my unmarried last name. Sometimes, it happens.
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That makes a lot of sense, The most important point is that the name is YOUR choice. Hooray for you. And thanks for commenting. xo
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Thanks for the smiles Pam. Lovely moments to record! Have a wonderful time with your grandson, he has an awesome granny! Moments make life joyful.
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My heart’s been bouncing up and down with joy during Sky’s visit. Kids help us remember how to have FUN. (And to eat humungous ice cream cones.) 🙂
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You gave me my chuckle for the day! They were more personable than you though! What a handsome grandson. Hope you enjoyed the week! Sounds like fun!
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Fabulous grandson week, Patricia. And at 12, he tells us he goes to bed at 8:30 every evening so he can read for 45 minutes before he turns out the light. :-0 He is absolutely loving AMARI AND THE NIGHT BROTHERS.
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Amusement came with the frustration! AND, it was enjoyable! 🙂
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Frustration first, then amusement when it all turned out okay. 🙂 Thanks my friend.
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Oh, Pam, I was interrupted while I read this exciting story. And even though I knew a happy ending was in store, I wanted to see HOW you worded it–right away!
I believe it’s a badge of honor to keep your maiden name (or whatever name you choose) as your professional name. In spire of complications you DID prevail.
The story reminded me of a crazy Carol Burnett sketch with Tim Conway using delay tactics at the airline’s check-in counter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qspcQr-Y9_U&ab_channel=TheCarolBurnettShowOfficial
I LOVE this story and I like the “Boston” headpiece. Surely we will hear more from you and Sky next episode. I’m so glad air travel is possible and hope to board a plane very SOON.
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I just watched the entire You Tube episode with Tim Conway. Oh myyyyyy. I’m glad I didn’t bring a briefcase with me!! 🙂 Thanks for sharing a perfect airport-debacle video thanks to Burnett and gang. My best humor during the “real-life” episode at the airport didn’t occur until the happy ending. 🙂
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Great story where all turned out okay. One of those… lol. I hope you are having a wonderful visit xo
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GREAT visit with lots of hikes, pool visits and of course, double chocolate ice cream cones. 🙂
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I loved this story on so many levels. Copied and kept the info on the writing arc. You tell a story so well, even if it’s true. 🙂 I’m smiling to my toes with this. I’ve been giving serious thought to changing my last name to the one I use on the blog. Marlene Herself. I’ve had to change my name too many times and as old age sets in, I forget what it is sometimes.. I always pause before I sign a check. 😉 Have an extra special week.
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I must admit, I think Marlene Herself is an excellent name. 🙂 My hope is that women realize they have a choice on whether or not they change their name. Keeping one our entire lives (as men do) most makes sense to me. (You had me smiling when you wrote that you have to pause when you sign a check – “now what name am I?”) 🙂 To extra special you – HERSELF. ❤
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Woo hoo. I can read your posts if I’m in reader! What a fun post, Pam. My last name is also my original name, so I can relate to some of the “having to explain.” But when the grandchild runs into your arms… that says it all about who is who. Have a wonderful visit with your grandson. Hugs!
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Join the Club, Diana. There’s a bunch of us here on the blog — who knew? But yes, the most important name is the one our grandkids call us. 🙂 (Well, and I do like it when my guy calls me a few endearments, as well). 🙂 Hope your trip is going well!
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Yes, a bunch! And how fun to be able to relate to the joys of grandparenthood. 🙂
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Wonderful story, complete with a happy ending!
I’m ‘one of those’, too … which made things a bit complicated a number of years ago when my husband booked our flights out of Heathrow giving me his last name. The tickets of course did not match my passport. It was nothing short of a miracle that the airline was willing to invest the 3 hours it took to get the authorizations to change the tickets … and this is why I like to leave lots of wiggle-room in the timeline when travelling 🙄
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Thanks for sharing your “airport almost-disaster last name” story, Joanne. Yikes, our guys have a bit of a passive-aggressive nature regarding our name independence. When my guy set up our e-mail accounts, he created my e-mail with HIS last name. I kept that e-mail for personal use but for professional, I added another e-mail account with my rightful name. Confusing? Yup, but as you say, worth the extra effort. P.S. Wiggle-room is the name of the game in traveling!!!
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Whew! All’s well that ends well, right?
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Absolutely, just as the famous bard William Shakespeare once said. 🙂
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😊
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Great story! I think “one of those” in this context means a grandparent who loves and is excited to see her grandchild. We run to this thing all the time because my wife hyphenated her name by adding mine to the end. I would never ask her to give up her name. We sometimes run into problems because sometimes she writes her name in different ways depending on the document. It frequently causes confusion but is a small price to pay.
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Great share here, Pete. I almost did the same thing with hyphenating my name with my guy’s. But I expected him, then, to do the same: change his name by hyphenating his last name with mine. He balked and in fact was horrified at the idea. And I totally understood. Thus, we each kept the last name we were born with. That said, sometimes he does “forget” and use his last name for me in documents, etc, so we have run into the same “name challenges” as you and your wife. But in the end, we just chuckle and set it right.
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How wonderful to be ‘one of those’! We should all hang on to the things that make us who we are.
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You said it better than I tried! To being who we are-and happy to be “one of those.”
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How wonderful that you’ll have this special time with Sky! And also it’s great to hear he traveled so independently. I must share this story with daughter-in-law, since she is also “one of those.” 🙂 I am certain you are going to enjoy every minute of time with your grandson. A grand adventure!
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There’s a lot of “one of those” women out there but still confusing to many, unfortunately. I guess I didn’t do a great job explaining my name to my son while raising him. 😖 Fortunately he found the entire episode amusing. And Sky is now a feminist-leaning 12 year old. 😉
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Love it, Grammy Pammy! ❤ Have a most amazing time with your Grand Guy… xoxoxo
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Thanks Bette. It’s been a blast – with lots of ice cream sweetening up the days. 🤩
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How sweet! A happy ending. I love the photo of your grandson. My youngest grandson is thirteen now. He seems so much older and bigger than he was a year ago.
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12 to 13 years is such a difference! My almost 13 year old granddaughter towered over this grandboy (her cousin). He was mortified. They’ll have to wait probably another 6 years for him to catch up. For us grandparents- that will come way too fast. 😏
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I LOVE this story! And of course, he paid for the VIP treatment for your grandson. I talk about that in my first Amanda book. As she is 12 and flying for the first time. I have had a couple of people comment that it was unrealistic for a 12-year-old to fly without a parent or adult. Well, my grandchildren did and I see yours has as well. Enjoy every minute!! Our grandson spent every summer with us from age 10 to 15. We have the best memories. xo
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You and I are kindred moms and grandmoms, Darlene. My daughter flew to her grandmother’s (my mom’s) across country from the age of 8 to 16. The first couple of years we paid the fee ($25 back then) for her to be “escorted” by air flight attendants, but then it all became “old hat” to her. (Huh, an old expression that just came to me here – hope you’ve heard of it). I love reading how your grandson visited you every summer. May it be so for us as well. You and I both know that Amanda’s flying alone was quite realistic!
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That bond between grandparents and grandchildren is strong and made even stronger when time alone together is spent. Enjoy every minute.
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And yes, I have heard the expression “old hat”. LOL
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🙂 😉
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Wonderful story, Pam, and loved all the photos. Hope you have a great visit with your grandson. 💗
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We have had so much fun!! Thanks much. xo
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Best part of the story: “Grammy Pammy!” 🙂
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Haha. I didn’t pick the name but I’m learning to appreciate it. 😏
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It is endearing 🙂
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I’m so glad it worked out, Pam. I’d have been nervous about the pick-up and name difference too! Hope you’re having fun with your grandson 🙂
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Just when I think stress is in the rear view mirror, a bit of name misidentification can bring it back to the forefront. But a good teachable moment for lots of people, including perhaps the airline agent (and hopefully my son). 😯😁
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I remember when we all flew out to San Francisco – my group, plus my parents (in their late 80s) and my nephew were all on the same flight. I’d booked the tickets for my parents and there was some confusion over the name on my mother’s driver’s license. I think the middle initial didn’t match or was missing and I was so worried that there would be a problem. But we all got through, except my son’s hoagie in his carry-on was investigated. 😉
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Gotta watch out for those hoagies! 🙂
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Yes, a real security threat!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Especially the Wawa classics 😉
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Haha. I know them well.
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Can’t have enough Wawas
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I’m one of those too!
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So many of us bloggers are! Coool. Jill Weatherholt thinks we should start a club. 🤩
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And happy to be, I can tell!
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Ohhhh, yes! 🙂
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Awesome story, Pam. I’m one of those too!
Enjoy your time ahead with your grandson. I look forward to hearing about the adventures.
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Ah, that’s neat to know, Donna. As Jill suggested, we should start a “one of those” club! 😊
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You might be “one of those,” but you certainly are one of a kind as well! 🙂 I hope you had a lovely time with the grandson.
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THANK you Liesbet. You’re one of those (of a kind) also. Let’s give each other a high five! 🙌 🤗
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Sounds to me as if you handled the situation perfectly! And thank goodness your grandson was old enough to vouch for you if needed. Still wondering what “one of those” meant, though!
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No way I was going to ask. 😜My imagination might be worse than the intent, but still… 🙃
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I love this, Pam! I am so pleased all went well and Sky is now with his Grammy Pammy xoxo
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To quote some famous guy, “All’s well that ends well.” 😉
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I love the story and that picture at the end 😊❤️
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Thanks! Photo taken the next day at Walden Pond. I made a new Henry David Thoreau convert. 😉
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Phew, indeed! Glad it all worked out 😉
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It became a teachable moment. And a huge relief once we had Sky in our arms! 🙂
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Love this, Pam. I’m actually “one of those” as well. After my divorce, I changed my surname back to Kelland, and told everyone I would never change it again. So legally it’s just Kelland, although as a blogger and author, I tacked on the Perry. 🙂
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That’s fascinating, Jennifer. So many who have commented here have some kind of “name challenge” or decision they’ve had to make about what to call themselves (or what their wives have decided). Isn’t that interesting? The best news is that women have more of a choice now than a few decades ago. ❤
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They certainly do! Even though we may still have people calling us “one of those.” 😀
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Pam, what a great story. I have done this several times picking up my niece and her girlfriend coming from Germany. One time they had a stopover and in Dallas and missed their flight to San Francisco. They were several other incidents. It was always nerve-racking.
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Oh my gosh. If that had happened to me (with one of my grandkids getting stuck in a stopover and missing a flight) I would have stressed enough to have aged a year! ;-0 Nerve-wracking, YES. So glad to see you here. I just signed up for your (new) blog website, which looks terrific.
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Thanks for signing up for my new-old blog. I am sad I lost all of my old comments.
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Hi Pam, this is a fun story. I am glad you resolved the issue without any problems. When I got married in 2001, the South African government automatically changed my surname and issued me a new ID document. My work also automatically changed my name. This has changed subsequently.
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Wow- that’s interesting and (in my mind) awful! Glad women have more choices now about their own names. 🙏🧡
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The thing my mother hated most about getting married was “losing her name”. The day after they separated my mother reverted immeeeeejately 😉
Since 1976, we in Quebec are FORBIDDEN to take our husband’s name! How do you like them apples? If you really, really., REALLY want to, you can pay a lovely and hefty sum to have your name changed…
So we are all “one of those” 😉
Love that you were able to get things squared away!
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I’m flabbergasted. I think people should have a choice – one way or the other – of what name they decide on. I wonder why Quebec made that mandate? Oh, it sure can be a strange world out there. 🙂
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It should definitely be a choice. Maybe because so many people live common-law. Who knows? I’m good with it, though!
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Very cute story. Thanks for sharing. Trust you all had a good time during Sky’s visit. Your posts are always so entertaining.
Stay well!
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So great to “see” you here. Yes, fun and fabulous time with Sky. Sure wish he lived closer! Happy summer, Irwin.
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Hope your summer is great as well, Pam. 🌞
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I can’t wait to one day become one of you guys!
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Believe it or not, it seemed to come in the wink of an eye. 🙂 Enjoy parenting your young’un. She’s a cutie!
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I have decided to just enjoy parenting. My daughter is wonderful!
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This story is well displayed, and I like the happy ending. But in life, there is no happy ending, it end with a full stop..
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I think it’s all in the perspective if an “ending” is happy or not. Of course there are no “endings,” just a continuation of being. Thanks so much for dropping by!
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My pleasure.
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That’s a happy reunion and a story to tell 😊😊
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This story will go down in the family “annals.” 🙂
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Wishing you a wonderful visit with your grandson! Great story…I do love a happy ending! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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As do I, Linda. In fact, I believe that if we look hard enough, we can always find a “happy” in a story. 🙂
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The first time flight for a 12-year-old is quite the adventure for everyone. The name issue does matter when travelling and especially when picking up a minor. “Grammy Pammy”……..racing in for a hug……….tears brimming……likely yours, and definitely mine with this lovely story. ❤️
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Oh, I had to try and hide my tears when the 12-year-old grandson came racing toward me, Erica. Didn’t want to embarrass the boy first thing! Don’t worry, i found ways to embarrass him during his (fabulous) week’s stay. 🙂
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👀 looks like I am one of them too 👁️👄👁️
😂
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There are more of us (who are one of those) than I realized! ❤
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😂😂
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Crazily incredible!
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And all true!
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Yeah. Incredible
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I loved this story! I changed my name in my first marriage, thinking I wouldn’t mind getting rid of the ethnic name, then went back to my own name and kept it for the second marriage. My son, stepson and husband all had the same name. My son got married recently and I asked if his wife changed her name. He said, “Neither of our mother’s did, so there was no question about it! She is still Dr. L——“. Enjoy your time with him!
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Yay! I’m so glad you shared this with me. I realize that I’ve written a number of blog posts and stories (even in my latest book) about names. I think the name we are born with and the name we choose is quite important to each of us individually. That said, i was disappointed (but quietly, of course) that both my daughter and my daughter-in-law chose to take their husband’s last names! Oh welllll. 🙂
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Life is confusing when we dare to not change our name to our husband’s (back then) or … decide to keep his name when we split up, even though that was NOT what one did so many years ago. Yeah – let’s all be one of THOSE! Enjoy your visit!
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SO true. One of the reasons my parents/sibling/friends disagreed with my choice of not changing my name was that it would be “too confusing” for people. “Well,” I replied, “it’s not confusing to me at all!” 🙂
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Okay, my eyes are actually stinging. Such a sweet ending! But, for reals, your son? Come on, man! Undue stress! Heehee. Glad it all worked out, even if you are “one of those.” Ha. I wish I had been one of those. Russell was so so so so much easier to pronounce than Kerekes! Every single radio interview has begun with the producer asking me how to pronounce my name. To the point where I’ve neeeeeaarly answered the phone with, “This is Betsy Kerekes. Again, that’s kare-uh-kiss.” I totally should next time.
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For reals. My son. I finally got to ask him about it and he just laughed: “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he said. That’s okay. And hey, my last name is always spelled/said wrong. White. Wright. Instead of Wight. A few weeks ago my brother called to ask me about an e-mail address and I added: “that’s Wight. W I G H T.” He laughed – “Yeah, I know, it’s been my last name all of my life also.” 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Hahahaha! I guess your son can be forgiven if you spelled your brother’s last name to him. 😛
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I know… can’t judge, can I? 🙂
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One of the reasons I kept my married name was the same – no one could ever pronounce my maiden name, Spohn. It was Spahn, Spann, Spankin, and endless questions if I was related to the famous baseball player, Warren Spahn. Everyone could pronounce Balsam, plus it was a tree, PLUS – as a bonus – it got me to the front of the alphabet!
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🙂 >3
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I especially laughed at the mention of leaning on the counter as the new best friend;) It’s so true, we try everything when the airlines have the upper hand on us! “No, really, I’m the most amazing person you’ve met here today SO PLEASE HOLD MY CONNECTING FLIGHT FOR ME! It’s not my fault my first flight was delayed!” Trying everything also includes biting our tongues when an airline agent says something idiotic and rude (insert eye roll here)… Really loved this piece Pam:)
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I’m laughing at your comment. If we play nice maybe they will be nice back to us! 😆🙏
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Thank goodness you chanced on staff who used their common sense rather than sticking to the rule book. (I’m forever explaining to officialdom I’m officially Kevin Roy but never use the Kevin.)
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Isn’t it interesting, Roy (never Kevin) that a little bit of kindness (and common sense) can make life so much more livable? Rule books are a help, but looking past the rules into a person’s “being” is better. ❤
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I’m hoping to be ‘one of those’ at the end of August covid restrictions allowing lol. It is a good thing the official wasn’t a job’s worth.
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Happy Wedding! Happy Life with your Love. And yes, if all people (officials of all kinds – all of us) used common sense and kindness, this world would be so much sweeter. ❤
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How lovely! Hope he had a wonderful time ❤️
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We had a BLAST. So.much.fun. And now I miss him big time. xo
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I can imagine! Must be hard being away from him ❤️
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Oh wow, Pam! I love that “one of those.” I was afraid it might happen one day, so at one point, my name was a mile long with my maiden name which I used as my midden name, and my previous married name which associates with my daughter’s last name, and my current hyphenated married name. My driver’s license has all that except has the initial for my middle name which is my maiden name. It takes two lines to spell my name. When some people read it and only read the first line would ask me questions, so I had to say, continue to read the second line!!
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Yikes. And think how simple it would be if we all just kept the name we were born with. ;-0 I know, many would disagree (like my daughter and DIL) but that’s okay. Just make sure your driver’s license is on you at all times, Miriam, and that as your daughter becomes an adult, she can remember your full name. 🙂 ❤
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I know of people especially started politics before marriage, they just keep their maiden names.
Now my daughter has her married name but didn’t keep her dad’s name. So much for my long name for years. 💖
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Amazing
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I love happy endings, especially when it’s a true story! Great photo of you and your grandson! 🙂 🙂
❤️carmen
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True stories are the most amazing and sometimes hard to believe. I’m so happy that this one had a happy ending, which continued with a great visit. 🙂 Many thanks for stopping here.
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I didn’t change my last name either & it made me realize how many people were aggravated because they’re just lazy…
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such a sweet story … wish more would keep their own name!
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As do I. Neither my daughter nor daughter-in-law kept their last names. Wahhhh. I guess I wasn’t a good enough role model. ;-0
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my sister started out keeping her name but then she was so torn when her son was born that she changed … needed the same name as her son!
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That IS a dilemma. My son (an adult with his own children now) still thinks I share his last name (and his dad’s) even though I’ve always kept my “maiden name” (as it used to be called). He’s quite aware that I never changed my name, but I guess he likes us having the same one, and I understand that.
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yes kudos to you for hanging onto it, can’t be easy with so much pressure!
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