This morning marked a day in Alexander’s transition to “big-boy-hood.”
I have been calling Alexander “Ally” since he was born. Funny, because when we first found out I was expecting a boy… we told everyone we were naming him Alexander.
So, of course, the question was posed, “What will you call him? Alex? Lex? Zander? Zan? Anders?”
To which I responded quite firmly, “We will call Alexander. That’s it. Nothing else.”
Well… as every mother knows, the nicknames began as soon as Alexander was born.
I used to listen to the song “Sweet Home Alabama” every single day while I was pregnant with Alexander. Every-single-day. I just loved it.
And when Alexander was born, I began singing it to him to calm him down, but I would alter the lyrics –
“Sweet Home Ally-bama… Where his eyes are so blue…”
That was “our” song. That was when “Ally” became his nickname.
This morning I got the word from Alexander, “I don’t want you calling me ‘Ally’ anymore. I want you to call me ‘Alex’.”
My heart still aches as I type this. My little “Ally” is getting big.
So, my ALEX… I will call you “Alex,” just as you are requesting. Someday I will explain to you how “Ally” came to be… and we will laugh and smile as I remember those early days oh-so-fondly.
But, in my heart, you will always be my Ally-bama… where your eyes are so blue.