My mum used to call me her little sugar plum fairy. No kidding.
You would probably understand the irony more were you to see what she was talking too - I now stand significantly closer to seven feet tall than six feet tall and weigh in at around 315 lbs without carrying a single ounce of fat. Some "little sugar plum fairy", eh?
I have no idea why that is, although she only ever calls me that when I grumble about anything. For example:
Me: "I stubbed my toe and it really hurt Mum!"
Mun: "Awww bless. Never mind, my little sugar plum fairy, I'm sure it will stop hurting soon."
My Dad always called me "Mooch" because he reckoned I was the kid who could mooch about by himself all day long, from sun up to sun down.
I never did mind what my parents called me; I idolised them and held them in the very highest esteem so everything they did was okay by me.
My mum is still about, and she has become a batty old bird. But I still adore her and go get her some bits and pieces each week and make sure she always has flowers in the vase.
My dad is long since dead, but I often think of him.
Funny ol' life, innit?
· 9 years ago