I am an andung now. In the community that I reside in, the word andung is an equivalent for the word grandma. The term andung may ooze wooziness, a state of comfy but it can be … let me say it plainly here … quite defining. It indicates that you have reached that phase of life when you are regarded as no longer young.
In fact you are happily regarded as the ‘grand one’. Does it sound so bad? IMHO, it may depend on your comfort level on being a grandmother. In my community again, a grandmother can be called by many names. She may be called a ‘ nenek, andung, opah or oma ‘. The current crop of grandmothers would try to avoid being called nenek. To some it maybe so passe’.
They would go for oma, a more modern version for the term grandma. No matter – just use it.
I tried to choose the middle-of-the-road label – an andung. But so far it has not caught on. My grandchildren love the comfy-warmfy word nenek.
Funnily it can be quite endearing in the mouth of toddlers and the young ones. It can also melt resistance especially when they are in a toyshop in some malls. I can easily vouch for that.
“Nenek … nenek … can I have that toy? Only one toy … nenek … please. And I promise I’ll take care of it.”
What do you do in the face of such a promising pledge?
Hmm … let me recall … temporary lost of memory here … Oh yes … I bought him the toy.
“Thank you nenek,” he cood sweetly and lugged the package containing the combine-harvester happily home.
So much for the resistance of this andung. And for some time, the remote-controlled harvester got into the way of every one at home!