Wedding Blog

Nicknames are a very common thing in our family. Everyone has them, ranging from cute (Scooter), to inside joke-ish (Ralph Harrison), to funny (Spike and Mitzi). Everyone except me has one.

Can you guess who’s who?

Now, there is a very common version of my name that my parents and others have called me throughout the years, but that doesn’t count. I’ve never had a real nickname that has stuck.

Until now.

Over this Christmas break, my dad resurrected a nickname that he and my family tried to apply to me a couple of years ago… Nibs.

Let me weave you a little tale. When I was almost 2 years old, my brother was born. Naturally, I was curious about the new baby, and would watch my mother while she breast fed him, burped him, cooed at him, etc. I would ask questions, and she would answer them as best she could.

Over months of watching Mama Powder Puff, I decided that I wanted a baby as well, and began to pretend to feed my dolls the same way that my mom would feed my brother. When my parents asked me what I was doing, I explained to them, very seriously, that I was feeding my baby with my… nibbles. If you have any sort of imagination, you can guess what word I was mispronouncing.

This story was forgotten. Locked in the vault. Until recently when it resurfaced, breathed in new life, and inspired my entire family to give me a nickname. And really really make it stick. My brother changed my name in his phone to “Nibs”. My sister texts me and reminds me of it. My mom answers my phone calls with it.

But the grand daddy, the kicker of them all, is that my own father has decided to write me a wedding poem using that blasted nickname! To recite at the reception. In front of people. I am mortified.

Does anyone else have an embarrassing nickname that’s rearing its ugly head at the wedding? Or am I alone in my shame?