My Little Girl

For some reason I've never really liked my "real" name, which is Theresa. Around the age of 12 or so, I decided that I wanted a nickname and informed everyone that from this point moving forward, I was to be called Trish! I just really liked that name and it seemed close enough to Theresa that it could be a nickname for it and I've never really looked back since.

The left brain / right brain exercise that Cea gave me is about talking to my little girl. She asked me what do I call her and I automatically said Trish. I realized yesterday, that's not true. My little girl is Theresa.

The epithany moment in all this is, it hit me like a ton of bricks that it's not so much that I don't like my name Theresa, it's that I didn't like the little girl Theresa. Like many of us, I had some ickiness when I was little and Theresa was powerless, unloveable, unlikeable and weak. Trish isn't those things (Yeah right!) {{giggles}}.

Since my broken brain, I've been being called Theresa a lot because that's my legal name. I think that's part of what's plugged in the whole mommy thing too.

What's cool is, I understand that I LOVE my name and I'm loving my little girl. My little girl is Theresa and I love her. That's today's happy accident to celebrate.