|nearly as tall as that tree...|
And then there are the nicknames you get from family and friends. My own moniker was (hem, is) bony butt. Thanks, parents and aunt.
Sometimes, though, nicknames are nicer, signalling a specific positive trait. Like Tall Girl.
They can be terms of endearment. Tall Guy calls me Gorrion (that means Sparrow).
And sometimes they’re about being accepted into a group, like my new nickname courtesy of my class of third-graders.
They call me Pine Treecher. Because they think I’m as tall as a pine tree. And they like me.
Sometimes a nickname can inspire and encourage you. Obviously, Pine Tree stems from (haha, get it?!) my height. But pine trees stand for (haha, I did it again!) creativity, longevity, energy and strength of character. Endurance and steadfastness. Tranquility. A reminder to seek heavenly rather than earthly treasures, a pointer to always reach higher and try harder.
It’s a lot to live up to, but I’ll try.
|Tom Thompson's Jack Pine, The National Gallery of Canada|
I like it.