Isn't it funny how we give different nick names and names in the family? It starts with a rhyme or a twist or a slip of the tongue--you never know. My sister, her name is Valerie. Her middle name is Jean. When she was little we'd call her Bean. Bean rhymes with Jean. She hated it. We'd call her Bean then it turned to Beaner. So now without thinking, I'll be talking about her or to my husband or if she's around and I'll say Beaner blah blah blah. And poor her, I've got my son calling her Aunty Beaner. He calls her that like it's her name. He says it in public or wherever. I think she's so used to it by now but it's so the norm that I hardly ever think of it anymore. My niece calls her Aunty Val but Noah calls her Aunty Beaner. Funny. My husband's nickname is Oobie. ????? It started too when he was a little boy. He liked this Filipino food named oobie (believe me, you don't want to know what it is; disgusting). So now, our nephews on that side of the family call him Uncle Oobie. I think it's hilarious when I stop and really give it thought. Uncle Oobie. My other sister is Minner. Her real name is Mindy. You see? It's insane! Terms of endearment, no doubt.
Ask me what MY nickname is? Hah! I don't have one! I never let one stick! Well, now I take that back, I do from time to time get called Sissy still. Both of my sisters will say it to me. Sissy this or sissy that. I answer to it, so I guess that's my nickname. Dang. Almost got away with it. So silly we all are.
--Jenn
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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