H is for Hazel
EDITOR’S NOTE: Welcome to the A to Z Challenge, an exercise in self-flagellation we bloggers inflict upon ourselves to teach us discipline as writers and to build audience. During the month of April, I’ll be posting 26 times, once for every letter in the alphabet. Looking on the bright side, we can each be thankful this is an English language exercise and not Khmer, the language of Cambodia, which sets the world record with a 74-character alphabet! After some misgivings, I’ve decided to proceed with my initial idea of blogging about the special people in my life whose names begin with the appropriate letter. There will be difficulties, like having more than one special person whose names begin with the same letter, forcing me to choose. And then there are those letters — O, Q and X among them — where no name springs readily to mind. What will I do then? We’ll have to wait and see!
I’ve decided that in the A to Z Challenge, there will be times when I have to cheat, and this is one of those times.
In writing about my granddaughter, Lillian, I’m going to have to refer to her by her middle name of Hazel, even though no one calls her that. Looking ahead, I saw that the letter L is already taken, and besides, Hazel has a bit more meaning for me, which you already know if you read yesterday’s offering on G.
Actually, my granddaughter is named after two great women, as Lillian is her great-grandmother on her father’s side, and Hazel was her great-great-grandmother on her mother’s side, so any way you slice it, this child already has a triple shot of greatness going for her.
So let’s just handle the H requirement by adding a little bit of emphasis: Little Lillian Hazel is my second child’s second child, and as my first female grandchild, will always hold a special place in my heart. I see a lot of her mother in her, and it’s a joy to see that she’s become her mother’s little shadow.
Not only does Lillian Hazel look a lot like my daughter when she was that age, the two are inseparable. Whatever she sees my daughter doing, Lillian Hazel has to do, too. Already she’s learning to cook delicious and healthy meals, put on a touch of makeup, or go for long walks in the woods.
I just get a kick out of watching my little granddaughter, love her to pieces, and that’s true whether I call her Lillian, or whether I call her Hazel!