We were at the Spikes game tonight. At first it was just me and Sadie. She asked me a couple of times about the pizza give-away that the Spikes always do during the game. I told her to be patient, that it hadn’t happened yet. Lilly and Kim made their way into the stadium during the early innings, and we watched the Spikes, the girls ate ice cream, and we talked with our friends at the park.
Then came the announcement: “OK Spikes fans, make some noise if you want to win tonight’s pizza!” A couple of overworked but enthusiastic interns made their way to the tops of the dugouts with hot pizzas in hand, looking to give the pizzas to some screaming fan.
Lilly said, “Excuse me, dad. I have to go get my pizza.” Then she and Sadie walked down to the front row, where the intern promptly handed her the pizza. I’m serious. They shared the pizza with the folks sitting around us.
That girl wins stuff with regularity. Last year she won an ipod shuffle at a Spikes game. A couple of weeks ago, Kim let her pick out a box of cereal that promised a chance to win a gift card, and Lilly’s box gave her 10 bucks.
Kids get nicknames all the time. Usually, the nickname stems from a character trait, a physical feature, or a personality quirk. Sometimes the nickname is endearing; other times it’s hurtful. Those tags can end up shaping how a kid sees herself, detailing what he believes to be true about life.
We used to call her Spilly Lilly (mealtime is still an adventure at our place!) I think I might take to calling her Lucky Lilly. I can hear some of you now, saying, “Don’t call her lucky. Call her blessed.” I didn’t mean to get into a theological ramble on luck vs. blessing, but if you’ve ever seen me make a shot in basketball, you’ll know that there is such a thing as luck!
Do you have a nickname? How’d you get it?
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