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I was thinking the other day about nicknames. When we got pregnant with Ryley, I wondered what we would end up calling him. Not his name, which was one of the all-important decisions, but what would we *call* him……..My brother, sister, and I each had our nicknames from our Dad, which stick with us to this day. They are just part of who we are. Do nicknames get chosen as our personalities develop? Come from how we look? Or are they just endearments that pop out of our parents’ mouths and just stick? Then when you have one for one child, are you forced to find one for another child?
Within days of Ryley’s birth, probably the first morning I got to go see him in the NICU, “good morning Sunshine” came out of my mouth…….I started singing the Sunshine song to him, and he was called sunshine. He was, and is, the light of my life. My mother in law, however, gave him the nickname that has really stuck with him. My in-laws had just moved to San Diego right before Ryley was born. They called often after his birth to see how he was each day. She would ask how her Ryley-Roo was that day. And Roo stuck. He has been Roo ever since. I finally found him a stuffed Roo when I was in NYC in November. He is old enough now to understand the significance. I’m sure as he gets older, he won’t want to be called Roo anymore than I wanted to be called by my nickname (I’m not giving THAT away!), but it’s part of him. Somewhere in my heart/head, he will always be Ryley-Roo, or just Roo. Gracie never calls Ryley by his name. To her, he is “Brother”. Even at school, you can hear her call out to him…..”Brother, where are you?” It cracks me up. I will be sad if he ever becomes “Ryley” to her instead of “brother”.
We don’t really have a nickname for Grace. She is mostly called Gracie, and sometimes called Princess, but those aren’t really nicknames. I wonder if she’ll get one as she grows older. About the only other thing I’ve called her is curly-girl, but that was before the haircuts! Ethan calls Grace “sister”. I don’t know how this is easier for his toddler mouth to wrap around, but that’s what he calls her. He does not, however, call Ryley brother. Funny.
Ethan has somewhat of a nickname…He is “E” most of the time, or Ethan-E (his middle name starts with an E). My father in law started calling him E-squared after he was born, but that didn’t really fly with me, and he stopped calling him that. I don’t know why it bothered me, but it did.
Nicknames are strange. I think they show a certain affection, a certain acknowledgement of personality and attachment. Friends give us nicknames, our parents give us nicknames. They become who we are, or do we become what our nicknames name us?