Is an interesting nickname. My second grandchild is on the way and her name will be Persephone Odessa. Beautiful name. When discussing what we will call her for short, I thought of Percy as did my son-in-law.
My daughter has other thoughts – Poppy. The first thought that comes to mind is that ‘the poppy is a symbol of support for veterans’ and ‘it remembers soldiers who have given their lives for their country, and honors their dedication and sacrifice,’ according to the Net. It kind of works in the grand scheme of her soon-to-be name and nickname. Me being who I am, I look up the meaning of the word spiritually – poppies symbolize the eternal life of the soul and reincarnation. Doesn’t surprise me. Persephone is the ‘bringer of death.’ Again, no surprise. Should be interesting to see who this little one turns out to be, of course, other than herself. If you have been following this blog, you know that we believe on some level that my grandson is/was by dad – so many similarities. One might think it is in the genes, perhaps. The other day my grandson, who will be 2 toward the end of July, came into my place like any other day. He picked his flower book out of a dozen similar books, turned to a particular page, and said, ‘Poppy.’ Yes, there was a picture of a Poppy. Don’t you just love the synchronicity of that? I must admit the name is growing on me. That same day Royce and I went swimming. As we were getting ready to leave, a daughter, around 10, and her father came into the area for a swim. They were having a conversation and she said, ‘Poppy,’ not Pappy, ‘Poppy.’ I’m like for real. I so love how that happens. I said to my daughter the other day that maybe I could get used to Poppy. She said I should call her what I want to. So, it’s a wait and see. I think really her personality will play into her nickname, until then Persephone. Not to be left out, I looked up the meaning of Royce. There are various interpretations. I’m going with royal, regal, son of the king, rose, the gift to gab, the ability to influence effortlessly. His nickname was thought to be Roy before his arrival. It may be someday. My nickname for him is Roycee, and his mom and dad call him Bug because he clung to them when he was a baby. He also loves nature and has been known to eat leaves, not so much now, but when he was younger. My thoughts go to Baby Number 3. We shall see. For now, awaiting Persephone, the next beautiful gift from the Universe. Blessings of Peace and Love!
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