Seems as a grandmother, my name has evolved as the grandchildren have grown.
This past weekend, my eldest grandson (5) asked if he could call me Alberta. I said 'Yes' as this is my name. This conversation was just between the 2 of us...I think the guys were out for a bike ride.
Later that afternoon, Joey was outside in the back yard, I was in the kitchen getting cool drinks. Joey seen me through the open window and called me Alberta and then proceeded with a small request. Papa was within hearing distance and was somewhat surprised. He asked Joey why he was calling me Alberta. Joey's reply...'because I like the name!'
Well as the weekend unfolded, my name went from Nannie to Alberta to just 'Nan'! Aren't these great times!