November 2013 ~ NaBloPoMo ~ #7

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If you had to switch your first name, what name would you choose and why?
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When I was growing up, I hated, not just my first name, but my entire name. Debra; it was just too boringly plain. Bring in my middle name, Lynn; just how much boringly plain can names be. Anyway, what could I do about it? My dad always, and still does today, calls me ‘Sis’. I love him for it, but it was his last name that was a cause of grief for me many times.
Debra Lynn didn’t seem to bother anyone but me and bullies couldn’t find anything there to torture me with. It was a variant of my last name that provided the nickname I was taunted with; beanstalk. That was about the time I started school and began noticing I was taller than everyone else. Obviously, they noticed too; hence the nickname, the bullying, and the taunting. It made my stomach hurt to get up in the morning knowing I had to go to school and what I had to endure.
I tried very hard to be boring and plain, shrink into the walls, or maybe just disappear, but it never worked. I was always having to get out of my chair; sharpen my pencil, go to the restroom, go to lunch, etc… I could hear the giggles and some yelling, “Hey Beanstalk!” What could I do but walk on never turning my head and pretend I didn’t hear or go to the restroom and lock myself into one of the stalls and cry.
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Later on, my nickname turned into ‘The Jolly Green Giant’, and even later to ‘Wilt’. “Hey Wilt! How’s the weather up there?” This was during high school and I couldn’t believe people in high school were so dumb and silly as to still be calling other people names. “Good grief, Grow Up!”
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Backtracking to my first name, my mother told me when I was old enough to understand, that my grandmother, her mother, had named me. My mother said, “I was going to name you Charlotte Denise, but your grandmother wanted to name you, so Debra Lynn it was.”
I loved my grandmother dearly and would not hurt her feelings for nothing, but I did say, “Geez, grandma, why couldn’t you have at least spelled it D-e-b-o-r-a-h, like it is in the bible? That brightens it up and makes it seem like an important name.”
“Well,” she said, “that’s how it was supposed to be, but whoever filled out your Birth Certificate wrote it down as D-e-b-r-a.”
I never did ask her where ‘Lynn’ came from, I just pretended it wasn’t there.
I decided I wanted to be called Debbie, so Debbie it was among my friends and eventually my mother. Most of my family; aunts, uncles, cousins, and my paternal grandparents called me Deb; and still do today.
I was lucky enough to grow-up with all four of my grandparents. My maternal grandmother was the first of my grandparents to pass away. It was then that I had a change of heart and fully embraced my name. From then on, I wanted to be called Debra. My mom still calls me Debbie, but after nearly twenty years, she is finally catching on and calling me Deb.
I don’t think I look like a ‘Charlotte’ and I have a cousin named ‘Denise’, so I will stick with Debra, thank you. I would not change my first name unless it was a matter of life or death.
I love you, grandma!

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