“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet;”
Romeo and Juliet Act II Scene II Lines: 47-48
Something have bugged me since, well, the day I started showing pictures of Dexter to the world. One simple word. One word is all it takes to make me mad. A word I am sure I have used at one time BEFORE when talking about a particular child. I’m sure you are wondering, “What one word could send her into such a tizzy?”
Please don’t call my child an angel.
I know you mean well when you say things like:
- He’s so precious, such an angel!
- What an adorable little angel
- Sweet angel
Well, you get the point here. Why do I get so worked up over one simple word? I already have two angels, I don’t care to have another one. Yes, I know this is not what you mean. I’m not ignorant. But, that doesn’t make it hurt any less. He’s not an angel. He’s my LIVING son, and I am going to do everything in my power to keep it that way.