Six years ago -- almost exactly -- I became a grandmother. Now I know there are some of you out there that have experienced this rite of passage just as I did: on the one hand, I was totally blown away by how much I loved this little one before I even laid eyes on her; on the other, total shock that I could be old enough to be a ... a ... grandmother. Not possible!
And so, like lots of others of a certain age, the question became, what shall I be called? Grandma, Gramma, Nana and the like didn't appeal to me, nor did the male counterparts suit my husband. Time went by, and our dear little one began to babble away. At some point it became clear that she was calling me something that sounded like Dhabi.
Hmmm, I thought; I like that. Dhabi. And if I'm going to be Dhabi, my husband can be Abu. Abu Dhabi. Perfect for baby boomer grandparents in denial, don't you think?
I hesitated before calling our daylily business Dhabi's Daylilies; would it look unpronounceable? too strange? too hard to spell? But then, I'm not trying to create a megabusiness here, not trying to take over the daylily world or become an online giant. So Dhabi's it was.
And this leads directly to two of our daylilies with names that sound even more strange: Waddu Dhabi and Waddu Abu. More baby talk? Yep.
"Waddu" was her early attempt at "I love you," and it made our hearts so happy to hear her chirp, "Waddu, Dhabi!," and "Waddu, Abu!" Of course she speaks perfectly well now, but we always get a chuckle out of remembering those funny toddler times whenever someone asks about those daylily names.
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