I go by many names. I was born to an Irish Catholic father whose chilren would be given christian names. The name on my birth certificate is Margaret Elizabeth. My mother’s great aunt’s name. When our kids were small my husband would take them to tag sales. He found a heart plaque that said Margaret – meaning pearl. So I guess I am a pearl of a girl. My shortened name is Meg. My last name begins with a G so it is also my initials. Most often my family calls me Meggy.
My oldest brother calls me Maggot because he’s the typical older brother. I sign his birthday card with that name.
I also go by Mick and Micky. Not because I have red hair and I am Irish. It is because when I was in college I lived with my married sister and her two boys. The oldest son who was about four had trouble saying Aunt Meg. It came out Aunt Mag. My sister told him he could call me Aunt Mick or Aunt Micky. I was okay with that. What’s funny is my nephew calls me Aunt Meg now and my sister more often than not calls me Micky,
Margaret, Meg, Maggot, Mick, Micky – A rose by any other name is still a rose?