She called him Daddy for as long as I knew her. My grandfather’s name was William, and people called him Bill, but to my grandmother, he was forever “Daddy.” Long after my mother and her brother grew up and had families of their own, my grandmother continued with that name for my grandfather.
My niece is due to have her first child in a couple of months. She and our nephew-in-law have yet to choose a name, preferring to wait until the actual birth to see “what name fits him,” as they explained it. We picked out names for our three kids months before they were born, and they just grew into them.
My brother and sister-in-law will soon have to choose what they want to be called by their first grandchild. Now those are important names! So important, in fact, I may stop calling them by their given names and start calling them by their new grandparental status names. Those are names you never tire of hearing.
My parents named me Susan, but my father’s mother called me Susie, as did many of my friends in college. To my husband I was Susie before we had children. Then I became Mommy. For a while after the children left home, he still called me Mommy. Long habits are hard to break.
My husband and I rarely call each other by our given names unless we are referring to each other in a conversation with other people. In fact, on the rare occasion my husband actually calls me Susan, I think I must be in trouble. We usually call each other Sweetheart, Darling, or Honey. My husband even calls me Mrs. Beautiful.
We start out with one name, but we become another or many others in the course of our lives. And it seems the ones we’re given later in life are the ones we love hearing the most.