When we were yet small tots and my younger brother was beginning to learn how to talk, he could not say my name – Debbie; therefore, he called me “Bibbi”.
When we became teenagers, he called me a different name. You know how brothers like to aggravate sisters (more so in their teenage years). Well, mine was no different. Even though I go by Debbie, my real name is Deborah. So he graduated from calling me “Bibbi” to calling me “De-Bra”. As you know, “de” is the prefix for remove or take off. He thought, especially when his or my friends were around, this was cool and would say it with emphasis as in “De-
BRA”. There were times I wanted to punch his lights out.
Now that we’re grown up and much, much, much older, he simply calls me “Sister”.
My son has always and still does call me “Mother”.
My husband calls me “Mama”.
And now with Internet, Face book, E-Mail, Twitter, etc., I use aliases.
So the conclusion is – What’s in a name you ask? In response, I would have to say anything goes.