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.