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.
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Hey Big Mama Lisa! I hear what you’re saying about the endearing titles our kids give us and our close relatives. My favorite “nom de guerre” was my four-year old daughter’s name for her Grandmother who lived in Arizona: Grandmazona. It stuck.
That is so sweet! Thank you for sharing. When Big Daddy Jeff was just a little bitty Jeff, his great-grandmother was still alive and still unwilling to take an “old” title. He and his brother called her G.G. for short.
Hey there Mama Lisa , enjoying reading this . You’re an excellent writer . Yep I remember G.G. .
Hey Paddy! Glad to see that you’re keeping an eye on things over here in our neck of the woods.
The other night, right about 4:30am, Liddie Biddie woke up crying. I went in to check and see what was wrong. It took her a couple tries to wake up enough to get it out, but eventually she told me, “A ‘tink bug was in the covers”.
I picked her up and took her to the potty, and when we got back, I removed all the covers from her bed. She stood there watching while I shook them out, one by one, and put them back. I laid her down and covered her back up, kissed her cheek and told her, “Okay, it’s okay. There’s no more stink bugs in here. You’re safe.”
She looked up at me with such a sleepy smile, then lowered her head to the pillow and closed her eyes. I knew I’d solved her problem, chased away that particular dragon, and made her feel secure and at peace. I’d earned my moniker, “Big Daddy Jeff”, for the night.
Wish every problem was as easy to frighten off as a dream-created stink bug!
Those dang stink bugs are everywhere!
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