I love participating in Slice of Life, started by Two Writing Teachers and writing a story, reflection, or musing at least once a week.
Harper Collins put out a post on February 7th celebrating Laura Ingalls Wilder's birthday. I came across it on Facebook and loved the list: 10 Life Lessons from Laura Ingalls Wilder. Laura Ingalls Wilder was a hero to me when I was a girl. I read all the books and pretended to be her often. I would make little makeshift houses (on the prairie or in the big woods) by stringing tree branches with twine around a little copse of trees, using tree stumps and boulders as chairs and tables, leaves and loose bark as plates, little sticks as utensils. All the items on the list spoke to me, but one stood out in particular:
Your father’s nickname for you is usually THE BEST
Pa Ingalls loved to call Laura, “Half-Pint” because she was small and scrappy, and a legend was born. Case closed. Awesome nickname.
Yes! I agree! Immediately, my dad's childhood nickname for me came right back. Dad always called me "Muscles." You see, when I was a young girl, I loved to work beside my dad. We chopped and stacked wood, cleaned out stalls, mowed the fields, planted and weeded the garden, dug holes for new trees, loaded shotgun shells, fed animals, trained the hunting dogs, and more. I loved to hunt, fish, and ride horses with him, also. I took pride in my ability to work hard, and keep up with him (I probably didn't - he slowed down for me, I'm sure). When Dad called me "Muscles," I felt strong, brave, and capable.
Did your dad give you a nickname?