One of the perks of being “middle-aged” (okay, okay a loaded phrase..) is becoming wiser. Being able to differentiate and decide between the when,, the where, the how, the why. Knowing the difference between things, discerning, and then acting upon it. And also: when to “do it myself/yourself” (DIM or DIY) or when to get others to “do it for me” (DIFM?).
These days, I find myself doing less, and delegating more. For example, I don’t take pictures so much anymore (see previous post!), but I relax and ask my kids to email me the pictures that they have taken. Now that’s called DELEGATING. Not that I’m adverse to snapping a picture of my grandkids performing the most incredible feat that no other woman’s grandchild has ever ever accomplished. No. That’s not it. Continue reading
Hello, hello everyone: Bubbies, Savtas, Grandmas, Omas, Nanas, etc. Welcome to my Bubby Blog.
I guess you can call me a Blogging Bubby.
Now first let’s be really clear. I am a grandmother, and I am a Bubby. However, I am in fact a Bubby who is not even called a Bubby. Yes, you read right! I am an Oma. Oma is German for Grandma. My grandkids call me “Omi,” (a take-off of Oma or Omama). And before you start asking me how could a nice Jewish grandmother from Brooklyn bear that her grandchildren call her Omi, and not Bubby? — I will answer your question with the following statement. Continue reading