Almost a Doe
We have a term of endearment, unique to our family, that’s somewhat hard to explain, mostly because there’s no real explanation for it; it just started in the mind and heart of a 1yo little girl, one whose thoughts and feelings aren’t usually based soundly in the realm of reason.
It started with “Daddy-Doe.”
For reasons unbeknownst to us, that’s what Audrey started calling my husband. Soon, it extended to myself, “Mommy-Doe,” then her brothers “Eetan-E-Doe” (Ethan), “Gwanty-Doe” or “G-ray-Doe” (Grant) and “Wessy-Doe” or “Wess-uh-LEE-Doe” (Wesley). No one else is a “Doe.” Well, occasionally, our dog becomes “Tally-Doe,” but apparently Audrey, who is now 2.5 years old, is aware that there’s just no one else, beyond immediate family, who merits Doedom.
When I first brought Fiala home from the hospital, it struck me how much our family uses the Doe suffix when speaking to/of each other. We say it all the time. Fiala naturally became “Fiala-Doe” to me. And “Sweetie-Doe” and “Baby-Doe,” etc.
So, I asked Audrey, who simply calls her new sister “Baby Fiala,” if Fiala was a Doe. Audrey looked startled, then proclaimed, “No. She’s not a Doe. She’s just Baby Fiala.”
Fiala is 19 days old now… Every few days, I check in with Audrey to see if Fiala has achieved Doe status. No go. Or, no Doe. However, she does appear to be softening her stance somewhat. Around the time when Fiala turned two weeks, after I inquired about the Doe-ness of Fiala, Audrey screwed up her face with great thoughtful concentration, and said, “She’s ALmost a Doe.”
Almost a Doe.