Hello hivers, so happy to be showing off my #featheredfriends.
When I read this week's theme, "The bird you what to be", I couldn't help myself. How many of you are named after a bird?
That's right, my name is Robin. NOT with a Y, an I.
I really liked my name, it was different from Mary, Margarete, and Cynthias that overwhelmed my seventh grade class. I was different and I liked it. I just wished my parents had written on my birth certificate RobYn, with that exotic Y.
Over time I continued to enjoy my name as I watched the robins in early spring build their nests for their offspring that would soon arrive. Robins were cool.
But in my seventh grade class I started to not like my name. There were two boys that started calling me "Robin red breast". For a twelve year old girl, it was embarrassing. I cried.
I yelled at my mom, not my usual behavior. "Mom, why didn't you spell my name with a "y"? then maybe the boys wouldn't think of me as a bird.
Your dad and I thought about it, but when we saw those beautiful birds in early Spring, all we thought of was having a beautiful daughter that would ring in the change of season with the renewal of life. The robins were the first birds to show in late winter, and always brought new life in Springtime.
Daddy was so proud when you came into our world.
You, as well as your siblings, although, brother Mike was a little cranky.
Daddy was forever watching over the brood. Never stealing time for himself, he was a good papa.
Remember always ROBIN, WITH AN I, you were loved from the very start.
Daddy will always be watching over you.
Thanks to all in this wonderful community, I feel at home.