Today marks eight months since my mom passed away.
Something I will always remember about her is how she had special nicknames for each one of her children…
Tara’s nicknames were “Tara Bell” and “Puff-a-Lump” (I’m pretty sure this was inspired by my sister’s extreme chubbiness as a baby).
Bryan’s nicknames were “Cub” and “Bryan the Lion” (once he got older).
Lisa’s nickname was “Pipsqueek” (sometimes even “Pipper-Squeeker”) since she is the baby of the family.
My nicknames? Most of the time, she called me her “Princess.” However, when my mom felt like teasing me a little, instead of calling me “Gina Beena,” she would call me “Gina WEENA.” I was all about the first nickname, but never a big fan of the latter.
While I was growing up, I always found my mom’s nicknames to be relatively silly and insignificant. However, now that I’m older, I’ve realized that not only did her nicknames serve as terms of endearment, but they portrayed the special closeness she had with each one of us as well.