I smiled to myself as I read my comments this morning. One of my younger new blogging friends called me “Ms. Lee”. A colleague asked me if I was using my maiden name for my blog.
When I was a child, and I was in major, major trouble my parents would address me using my middle name, Lee. It had very bad, traumatic even, connotations to me.
“Marsha LEE, you get in here RIGHT NOW!”
To make it worse my father’s name was Richard Lee, (nicknamed Dick – what could be worse than to have a dad named Dick?) and his whiny mother – Tressie Lee. I cringed and burned with anger when my dad would comment that I reminded him of HIS mother! How could he even think we were related? I was NOT like her ONE LITTLE BIT. (I’m still not!) Well maybe a little – I do keep a tidy, though not antiseptic house, and I don’t have any painting talent that I know about. Tressie Lee decorated her house with paint by number paintings she had painted.
“Mom, how could you name me Marsha Lee?” I asked on more than one occasion.
“I always wanted to name you Marsha Lynn, but your FATHER wanted to call you Marsha Lee, so we named you after him. I could have been worse. You could have been named after your grandmothers and been Golda Tressie.”
Thanks goodness for small favors.
So why would I use the name at all in a blog for the WHOLE world to see? Only a VERY few people have ever called me Marsha Lee, and because they have been special in my life, my name has taken on a happy meaning.
Do you remember when you were embarrassed by your parents? My dad sang in the car even when I had a friend with me, AND he made up songs, AND they were SO STUPID. (Guess what I do?) My mother went to church with no nylons on. Ewww. (Yeah, I do that, too). My dad died when I was only 37, and I never got over being embarrassed by him. I worked hard at appreciating him for the things he did well, but I never liked him. I hated being Marsha Lee anything, but there it was.
One day my former boss, Anna Leon, called me Marsha Lee, pronounced MAR cha LEEEEE, especially when I would do something particularly well or say something that struck her funny. Soon, she always called me Marsha Lee.
I now use the name Marsha Lee in my blog because I love the VERY few people who have called me Marsha Lee. It is a secret sign to myself of my emotional health and acceptance of myself for being completely who I am including the daughter of Richard Lee and granddaughter of Tressie Lee.
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