This week's post is about Q. My baby, not the letter. My youngest little one. Who happens to be 6'1"! And who turned 21 on Mother's Day this year. His name isn't really Q. That's just his initial. But, somehow, that became his "cool" nickname. So, we went with it. I gave him his daddy's middle name. It means "fifth", or "holding five", and he made our family five.
His dad was the fifth child in a Catholic family, and all the boys got saints' names for their middle names! So, our Q is indirectly named for a saint.
A depiction of the atrocities suffered by Saint Quintinus
the Martyr. Learn more about Saint Quintinus here, at the
Persecuted Church website.
We are so proud of our Q! He's just one of those bubbly, good-natured people. Of course, that effervescence got him in trouble a few times in school!
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His teachers loved him, but sometimes, if Q was home sick, I think they enjoyed the peace and quiet. My husband has always said, if we could just bottle up the "feel good" chemicals in Q's brain, we'd be millionaires. But, actually, we are pretty rich.
Q was my happy baby. And he was a happy toddler. And a happy preschooler. He was just a happy kid! There were a couple of years where hormones wreaked some havoc, but fortunately, with his cheerful disposition, he handled those days with grace. His father and I were grateful. (And lest you think we got off easy, just remember he's not our only child!)
So, you're at a concert, and have the chance to meet the band
and get some autographs, but you don't have anything to
write on? No paper? No problem!
Everybody remembers Q, and he remembers everyone he has ever met! He's a memorable "rememberer". Which means, no matter where you go with him, someone will say "hey Q", or he will say "hey you"!
When Q was growing up he was long and skinny, and very white, with fluffy white blond hair, so, it was inevitable that somewhere along the line he would pick up another nick-name-- "Q-tip". Now, I know there is another famous person who uses the same nick name, but the other "Q Tip" really doesn't resemble a q-tip at all, so I just don't get it....
There is a famous director, whose movies I love, who shares Q's given name.
When Q was about six years old, purely by coincidence, a new partner joined my husband's company, and he had the same name, and the same nick name! It could have been a recipe for confusion, but the New Q came up with a solution. When the two were together, we referred to little Q as "Lower Case Q"!
I supposed it doesn't matter too much what we call our Q, and who else uses his name, because to his mother, he will always be a saint.
Okay, I know this halo is crooked. I also know my Q isn't actually a saint, (I'm not really one of those moms) and if I didn't know it already, his siblings would be sure to "clue me in", but it's nice for a mom to pretend sometimes, right? And he is a pretty good kid!