The other day, someone asked me why I call everyone Sweetie or Honey, “is it a southern thing?”
I don’t know how it is in other parts of the country, but in the south it’s not out of the ordinary for everyone from the teller at the bank to the lady behind you in line at Target to call you ‘Sweetie‘. But there’s another reason.
Isn’t there always another reason?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted a heart-name. You know, a term of endearment. A softer, sweeter version of my name that held an underlying tenderness. But Robin is a tough name to tenderize. Rob. Robbie. Not-so-much.
I’ve no idea when this strange desire took root but I suspect it was around the time I was four years old. My mom’s stepfather called me,
At the time I didn’t realize that he used that term like someone who loves butter and spreads it liberally on everything. To this day, Grandaddy calls everyone Shuga. But to my little-child self, I was Shuga.
It didn’t last long though, me being Shuga, because at some point before my fifth birthday my grandmother died. After that, my grandfather wasn’t around as much. So I lost my name.
And I’ve been looking for it ever since.
When I started birthing babies two things happened. First I was over the moon that those tiny bundles called me ‘Mama’ (that’s the ultimate heart-name isn’t it?) and second, I gave all of them heart-names, lest they grow up looking for one, to this day, I still call them by their heart-names.
I do the same with my sweet granddaughters and with The Husband. I tried it with the son-in-laws but it seemed to annoy them so I just call them by their regular names 🙂
So that’s the story Morning-Glory, if you and I talk by email or on facebook, you’ll be Sweetie or Honey or Friend. And it’s not just because I’m from the south, it’s because to me, those are heart-names and it means your special.
And I want you to know that.
~Sending you love Sweet Friends~
Do you have heart-names for people and does someone in your life call you by one?