The Key to my Heart

“Most of us have nicknames—annoying, endearing, embarrassing.

But what about your true name?

It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most eager to respond when called.

Ever wonder why?

Your true name has the secret power to call you.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Holding Mathew for the First Time

On December 19, 1999, my life as I knew it forever changed in just a blink of the eye, for it was the day I became a grandmother. My little man, Mathew, turned my world upside down, and it has never been the same since that time. When I held him for the first time, I thought my heart would not be able to keep all the overwhelming emotions that raced through me. At last. I joined the Grandma Club, and like most grandmothers I know, I was pretty obnoxious and proud of this event.

When he was anout 18 months old, my guy gave me a name that I cherished over the years. One day as I was taking him with me on my morning errands, he called me Honey. My heart swelled, and I held my breath for a moment as Mathew began talking to me. Throughout the rest of the day, he called me Honey. Over time the name stuck.

Honey’s Kids

Nineteen years later, all my babies call me Honey, and it never fails to make this grammie gush with pride and joy whenever my family calls me by that name. Even some of my kiddos at my middle school called me Miss Honey for a time when they discovered that it was my grandma name.

It always reminds me of my many blessings. Isn’t it amazing how one affectionate little word can offer up so much love, joy, and wonder?

All my Loves

7 thoughts on “The Key to my Heart

  1. What a sweet story! Thank you so much for sharing this, Ann Marie!

    This reminds me of one of my favorite memories. When my younger child was three years old, the preschool teacher asked each child to name his/her family members for a mini family tree.

    Of course, the staff already knew my child’s older sibling who had been a student there, so that left Mommy and Daddy. Daddy’s name was easy-peasy, but when asked what my name was, the reply was, “Honey.”

    Knowing that is not my name, the teacher asked, “Why do you think your mommy’s name is Honey?” The response: “Because that’s what Daddy calls her.” 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s