Life’s too short to not have a nickname
Hello again! Lucky you, I guess this post means I’ve managed to keep myself from deleting this blog for 24 hours. I can’t make any promises though:) So….nicknames, everybody has them. Let me tell you a story about my two most favorite nicknames.
My first nickname is bugs, and you see this nickname is reserved for pretty special people. No offense, it just is. It’s the nickname I remember having the longest, and there’s quite an interesting story to go along with it.
I was born two months prematurely. Due date May 15, (that’s my sister’s birthday. God must have known that while we’re totally capable of sharing things, we definitely would not have enjoyed it) born March 1. If you know me pretty well, or you’ve driven with me you know I can have a pretty short fuse. I’m also a chip off the old block. Both sides of my dad’s family are well known for their tempers. Snyders are particularly independent and sassy, while Pages are notorious for their hot heads and stubborn ways. So….I was born this tiny package of TNT, or maybe more like nitroglycerin. Anyways, apparently I was a pretty impatient baby. When I decide I want something, I go for it, and you better believe I’ll get there no matter what. Well, I decided I’d had enough of the easy life and wanted to be born NOW. Born a fighter, I fought hard alongside my mom for a few months in the hospital.
Because I was so premature I was a little bit of a smaller baby….and child…..and human being (ok…so I’m just looking for an excuse to be this short). My parents bought the smallest diapers known to mankind, and they of course drowned my skinny little butt. But, my mother made the best of it and just strapped it on really tight.
The story goes, (and trust me it’s one of my favorites) that I was quite the determined little kid- you never would have guessed right? 😉 I was home, and quite a few months old but just barely wearing newborn diapers. My mom would strap these oversize diapers on me and I would go crawling around like I was ready to own the world. They were so big they poofed out like a cotton ball and made me look like a little bug with an over-sized butt. My Uncle Tom, known for his humorous streak, proclaimed me ‘bugs’, and what do you know it stuck? While it was a little more popular when I was younger, it’s still a fond nickname.
My second nickname, and my favorite, is Lins. I remember very distinctly who gave me this nickname. *Drum roll please* Ms. Calee Lott you are the winner. I grew-up and ran around the river bottoms climbing trees with this outgoing, crazy, fun girl with such beautiful blonde hair we all called her blondie. Blondie gave me my nickname in elementary school, and it is probably my most favorite. Thanks Blondie:) I love ya!
I don’t know why this is so tender to me, but it just is. Maybe it’s because nicknames to me are a stepping stone. Feeling comfortable enough around someone to start giving them a nickname is a pretty big deal. It means you’re friends. And not just the head nod, wave in public because you have to friends either. It’s the real deal. The, ‘hey I actually care about this particular human being and want to spend time with them’ kind of friend. It’s a connection, a way to make your friendship mean a little more. Disclaimer: if I don’t call you a nickname, don’t think you’re a head nod kind of friend. I love all my friends and care about each of you as human beings:) Promise. I just suck at coming up with nicknames.
AND….secret confession time. I LOVE LOVE LOVE-like can’t tell you how much I love- and absolutely adore being called Lins. My face lights up like a Christmas tree, my heart does a little flip *mostly when it’s a cute boy who says it. Don’t judge, I can’t help it* 🙂 and puts a smile on my face. My roommates give me crap all the time for this. They probably think it’s creepy, someone calls me Lins and I just stand there smiling at them like a blithering idiot. I promise, it’s not in a weird day-dream sort of way. I’m honestly just flattered that we’re that great of friends.
While those are only two of my nicknames, I assure you I have many many more. I think I’ll save those for another day though. But, think about you now. What do nicknames mean to you? Do they mean anything? What’s your oldest nickname you can remember? Who gave it to you? If you can remember, go chat them up a little-ya know take a walk down memory lane. You’ll find it’s actually quite fun:)