I was born Maria Jane. Each name was from a grandma. Maria was one of my grandma's names (she had 5 names... she was from Spain) and Jane was my other grandma's middle name. Put them together and you have me! :) Maria Jane is something I was only called when I was in trouble.
As a child, I was called Maria by my family but my dad called me "Ri" (pronounced like this... ree). He still calls me that today. I'm not really sure if I can recall a time when he called me by my real name. Hmmmmm...... probably when I was in trouble.
I was called this and Maria as I grew up on the softball field and volleyball court during grade school. One of my coaches called me "Rae (said like.. Ray)" in softball. I can still hear him say it. One of my dad's church friends also called me that and still does to this day.
Once I entered high school I was still called Maria by most of my friends except those who I played volleyball with. My coach called me "Ri", just like my dad, and my teammates called me "Ria".
In college everyone called me Maria except the girls I coached. They called me Coach Maria. I had one friend who called me ria10 because that was my AOL sign in. I miss hearing him say that... he's been gone almost 3 years now.
In 1999 we were blessed with the first nephew in our family. He's been a joy to watch grow up. When he was old enough to say my name, he called me "Bia". I don't know why it came out that way, but it stuck. We were buddies. I watched him all the time. We look alike so people always thought he was mine because I had blonde hair and my sister had brown. And now... he's 17. He still calls me Bia along with all my other nieces and nephews. I adore it and I will cry if he ever stops calling me that.
I'm still called all those names above, but most importantly, I've added momma to that list.
I love Bia! How precious!
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