Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s my first blog in months! I know. Now, let’s move on from that terrible fact. 🙂
I thought I would share a silly (but a little sad) conversation I had with one of my students the other day . . .
I have these little nicknames for so many of my kids (which are Kindergartners, by the way). They become so much of who they are, that they actually start writing these nicknames on their paper. For instance, I call Justin – JDub. I call Joel – Joely. Xzavier – Zaay. Rheayvan – Ray Ray. Desarae – Dezi. Cor’Darrion – Darry. It really is so cute! I just hope their parents don’t mind them writing these nicknames as their own names!
And as for that silly, but sad conversation . . . . My little Austin looked to me with such a loving face. “Mrs. Fuller,” he said, “You have a special name for me.” (Now, I should note that his little voice should be imagined with an extremely thick Southern accent – as in, difficult to understand accent . . . I cannot stress this enough.) “I do?” I asked, knowing that I had never actually given Austin a nickname. “Uh huh. You do. It’s Austin.” he replied. “No, baby. That’s your real name, not my special name for you.” was my repsonse. “Nuh uh. Dat’s my special name.” he quickly replied. By now, I’m completely baffled. I’m even thinking to myself, “Does this child really not know his own name?” And then . . . there was the explanation . . .
“Nuh uh. My name is – now get ready for this – Awwwshtin (yep, pronounce it the way it is spelled). I’s special name is Austin (pronounced correctly!!).”
Are you kidding me??? My little darling truly thought I had a separate, distinctly different name for him. Never did it cross his mind that I was simply saying his name . . . correctly. I even decided to share this story with his mom. Her reply? “Oh that makes sense now. The other day he asked me if Austin was spelled the same as his name.”
And therein lies my job security.