I have been thinking about names a lot. Mostly about how many different versions of our own name that we respond to. For example, my name is Meghan. From elementary through high school classmates and teachers would call me me Meghan. My grandpa always called me Meggie or Maggie which drove my mom crazy because according to her "I did not name you Margaret." My brothers call me Sis or Sissy and Boochie (a baby name given to me; which can only be used by members of the family, so don't even think about it) When I began playing sports I was usually called Red which I loved and still do to this day. After all, how many people in a room or on a field can answer to that name? Not many. I am even called by initials. Ironically, I was never called Meg, the shorten form of Meghan until about two years ago and it's slowly catching on. I don't have a preference as to what I am called, albeit as long as it's respectful.I find it interesting how as you grow closer in your relationship with others that often you'll call a person by a name other than their given name. It is a measurement of the kind of relationship shared between individuals whether life-long friends that have grown up together, people that share a common thread, or that person whom you trust with everything. It's a thought provoking idea, this topic. What do you think?
