What’s In A Name?

Daily Prompt: Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

I remember my mother telling me she always like the name Lisa and how it was not a popular name, but always liked the sound of it so chose it for me. Little did she know how many other parents were thinking the same thing and as a result there were always 2 or 3 Lisas in all my classes in school as I was growing up. I never thought one way or the other about my name- it’s a name, a simple one with just 4 letters and is easy to pronounce.  It is a shortened form of Elizabeth and means “God is my oath”, from the Hebrew name Elisheva, which is my Hebrew name.

There are names people associate with how a person may look, or act but I can’t say there is anything about my name that screams “yes, she is such a Lisa.” Does my name “define” me- I don’t think so, it is just what I am called. A friend of mine never called me Lisa but always Lee-shortening my already short name. I hadn’t seen him for over 20 years but upon meeting again he immediately addressed me as Lee. No one else had ever called me that, it gave me pause for a moment, there was something comforting and familiar about it, an endearing nickname that he alone chose to call me. So I suppose the special changes or nicknames we hold for those we love can make our names more special for us or at least make us feel more special when called by them. memona

Cee’s Share Your World – 2015 Week #9

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

In my mind I am somewhere in my late thirties or early 40’s. I have written posts about it, here, and here . My first grade class sang happy birthday to me on my birthday and added the refrain of “are you one, are you two…” so the head teacher asked them how old they thought I was. The answer was a resounding 26!!! I told them they guessed correctly!!

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Are you left or right handed? 

Right handed.

If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?

I have never thought about it. My maiden name was hard to pronounce and I always had to spell it and repeat it for people, so I was more than happy to take my husband’s name when I got married. If I really HAD to change it I would use my Hebrew name, Elisheva.

Where do you hide junk when people come over?

In the closets- I jam things in and slam the door. Everyone thinks I keep such a neat house, they should only know what is hiding behind those closet doors.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Grateful it did not snow the night of my niece’s wedding shower, and looking forward to her upcoming wedding this week.

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What’s In A Name? (Or who you calling Grandma?)

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I’m a stepmother- my step daughter came on the scene at the age of 8 when I married her father. She is now 30 and has kids of her own. Hard to believe. Her son is the age she was when her parents divorced, her daughter is the age she was when her father married me. And so the life cycle continues and I now have the pleasure of enjoying her kids and growing with them too. My step daughter always called me by my first name, Lisa. When introducing me to her friends she referred to me as her “other mother” as we all know the connotation “step mother” has. When her kids were born I went back and forth about what they should call me. My mother in law was Baba- a European name for grandma- I certainly didn’t fit that bill. My mother was grandma – again, just too “old” sounding. Oma, the German name for grandmother is what they called their grandmother, my husband’s ex-wife. Self explanatory. So it looked like we were back to Lisa. Fine by me, I really wasn’t interested in some old lady label anyway. But here’s the thing – my grandson has no idea who I really am. Last time he saw my husband when I wasn’t there, he asked where Aunt Lisa was. My step daughter told me he thought I was her sister. (So loved that one considering I am 25 years older than she is) He hasn’t yet been able to figure out exactly where I fit into the family picture, the concept of divorce and remarriage. Maybe he thinks Lisa means grandmother. Just another label, not a real name. Who knows? What’s in a name anyway? As long as he smiles when he sees me and runs to greet me, it’s all good.