I was so excited to see my nephew today after two long weeks that felt like forever. I normally get to see him at least every Sunday for our weekly family dinner at B’s parent’s house. But since B and I have been sick, it’s been a little longer than usual. A brings me so much joy, and it’s been so much fun to watch him grow and develop his own personality. Anytime I get to see A, I know I’ll be laughing and smiling most of our time together.
Like most little ones, A calls us his version of our names. B is “Bean” and I am, “Sissa.” It’s just who we are and have been since A started babbling and eventually talking. I love being his Sissa and missed hearing him say my name over these past two weeks.
As B and I sat on the couch together, A started to climb up, careful not to drop his bowl full of grapes.
“Bean and Lyssa, I…”
What? “What did you just call me?” I stopped A before he could finish his sentence.
He looked at me and giggled, “Lyssa.”
“NO! I’m Sissa!” I scooped him up and tickled him as he continued to call me, “Lyssa” between giggles.
Later on, he started to call me, “Sissa” as if he never called me “Lyssa” in the first place. I smiled at the familiar name because it means he’ll stay little for a bit longer. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll always be his Sissa and not so secretly hope he’ll call me that forever.
Nicknames from nieces and nephews are the best. I had a nephew who called me MoMo. It would be lovely to freeze them forever, but he just turned 40!
Such a sweet moment in time to commemorate with a Slice. I could feel your affection for A jumping right off the page!
I love the image of you scooping him up and tickling him as he called you the “wrong” name. What a sweet story!
Oh my goodness, this is so sweet! I have had this same feeling when my kids learn to say a word correctly that they used to say in a cute, incorrect way. I still die every time my son says Yellow with the Y instead of Lello.