My grandparents were from Germany and were called Oma and Opa. I am not yet a grandmother, but when I am, I want to be Oma.
The "O" in Oma is long and then the "A" is short. Stress on the "O."
My parents have passed, but my kids call my husbands parents Nana and Papa.
My mother-in-law and I cannot really stand each other and we drive each other nuts, but she loves the kids and does admit that I love them ,too. So, we try to grin and behave for their sakes. I think we do a pretty good job given that each of us would most likely want to hit the other with a frying pan most days.
I am looking forward to the kids marrying. I have decided that as long as they are happy, I am happy. Period. I don't care if my son brings home a coctail waitress in a Dolly Parton wig and Lee Press On Nails. If he loves her, then I love her.
If my daughter brings home a Vegan flute player, but she loves him, then I will learn to make bean loaf.
--Eeyore's Wife
Someday Oma