What is BMA?

When Kathy was pregnant with my first grandchild, she wanted me to be called Granny by the grandchildren. She even made me a frame with a picture of her sonogram dated Thanksgiving 2002 and wrote "I Love My Granny" on the frame. Now, when I hear Granny I think of a 100+ some old lady that has no energy snapping her gums. I wanted to be called Grandma, but no she said, we already have a Grandma - my mother - so it would be too confusing. Ok, Granny it is I said,however, I still called myself Grandma. On 20 July 2003 she gave birth to a beautiful little boy whom she and Joel named Marx Omar Burtram (after the two great granddads). What a wonderful day that was. Of course, however, for a little over a year, I was referred to as Granny - much to my dismay. The picture of Marx displayed here is from Thanksgiving 2003 - one year later from when I got the sonogram. When Marx was able to talk, what a talker he is - he just one day called me BMa. BMa!! Where did that come from?? Well, you know what, I didn't care. I was named by my little man and that is all that matters. So to this day I am known as BMa - the most wonderful word in the entire world.