Sweet baby,
You’ll come to learn that we’re big on nicknames around here, and this practice of naming begins early on. Since we haven’t found out your gender or the gender of any of your siblings, we’ve given each one of you a nickname that’s gender neutral. These names feel more endearing than saying “he or she” or “it” as we refer to you and pray for you each day. You and your siblings have certainly each had your own personalities in the womb, and we want to honor who you are as you get ready to join us out in the world.
Before your big brother HD came along, he was affectionately referred to as “the bug.” Looking back I don’t remember why that’s what we decided, but at the time it sounded cute and little. Eventually, it became great fodder for a Very Hungry Caterpillar first birthday party, and ten years later, it’s still a name he claims from babyhood. It suited him well, I think. (And maybe even more so now, since he eats through as many snacks as possible and is always hungry for more. 🙂 ) He’s industrious and likes to dig in for the details. He’s not afraid of dirt and helps us all grow as people because of who he is–just like a necessary and endearing pal in the garden. I love him for it.
After “the bug” came “the button,” and Miss E has lived out that nickname well, too. She has always been tiny and cute, fashion-forward and creative. It’s fitting that her nickname would reference something that holds things together–she’s a healthy dose of glue for our family in so many ways. A sewing themed party when she turned one seemed just the ticket. Before then, I didn’t know things like chocolate candy buttons even existed, but it turns out first birthday parties can bring out the best and worst in a mom’s planning skills and penchant for perfectionism. Our “button” still appreciates the little details in things…the added intentionality that makes something special and not simply ordinary. She’s a vintage soul with a decorative personality.
Next to come along was your younger big brother, who we easily and affectionately refer to as “the bean.” Not only a jumping bean in my belly, but the kind of persona to perk you up at the drop of a hat, our “bean” is a force to be reckoned with –not a small plant in the garden, but a seed by which so much good grows. He is nourishment for our family through his energy and silliness, his ability to laugh at himself and to reach for what he wants without giving up. He is like a tree planted near water whose roots grow down deep. He’s tenacious and winding, and he was born at harvest time, which seems exactly right for our boy who loves tractors and combines and anything farm animals (just don’t mention any goats ;).
Now, as it’s your turn to teach us about who you are (even while you’re still tucked inside), we’ve chosen a nickname for you that already feels fitting though we haven’t met you yet. I hear the song over and over again in my head these days, “If I were a flower growing wild and free, all I’d want is you to be my sweet honeybee.” And you absolutely are: our sweet honeybee. We all agree. You are undeserved and un-earned goodness that makes everything in life more sweet. You’re a busy little bee in my belly and a welcome addition to our hive. We’re dreaming up your nursery space and everything is honey and cream and warm, reminding us of you. For so many reasons, it’s pure joy to imagine you moving about in our lives–no doubt you’ll make the days more beautiful with your activity, and no doubt we’re charged to care for you well. I love that in this way, we all feel we can be just an inkling closer to knowing you. The day is coming oh-so-soon.
So, honeybee it is, little one. Hopefully someday, you’ll love knowing who you were to us already at this stage. This longterm practice of (nick)naming before you arrive endears us to you all the more.
We love you beyond words and names. You are a marvel, honeybee.
Always,
Mama