Big Mama Lisa and Big Daddy Jeff: We were thus labeled by our youngest child, Liddie Biddie, when she was just learning to talk and learning about opposites. I am big and you are little, etc. She put together that Daddy is big (as opposed to her little) and his name is Jeff. She strung the three words together a few times and got a few laughs, so the name has stuck and everyone in the family uses it. My title came about very quickly afterwards. The titles certainly help the parents of my girls’ friends remember our names.
I would love to say that I am one of the few women in the world who is totally secure with her weight: I am not. But somehow this nickname my youngest bestowed upon me does not bother me. I love it. In her world, her Daddy and I are the protectors of her and her sisters; stronger, faster and scarier than anything that should ever threaten them. We take care of everything and make it all right. We are truly Big Mama Lisa and Big Daddy Jeff, and we will hang onto those titles as long as we can.