A few days ago, the Crankee Yankee and I were enjoying the company of my step-daughter and family, and my brother-in-law. As Ava, our granddaughter was there, there was “Lulu this” and “Lulu that” sprinkled throughout the conversations.
“Lulu” is my grandma name, and it tickles me to no end that Ava pronounces it “Wuwu.” (I will greatly miss that when she can pronounce “L.”) My brother-in-law said, “Say, that reminds me–look what I found,” and handed me a dollar bill.
On its face, right next to good old George, was “Lulu” written in red ink! We all laughed about it, and my brother-in-law said to keep it. So as of now, I have it clipped on the shelf above my work area.
And something else–my favorite uncle has called me “Lulu” all my life. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
It got me thinking: what are the odds of that happening? I personally do not believe in coincidence; I think that everything happens for a reason. (Let me state here that you are perfectly free to believe whatever you want to about it. I will file that under “Business, None of Mine.”)
Things like this happen a lot–you just have to keep your eyes open. Once after a pretty intense class, I was driving home, feeling a bit down. The same truck was in front of me for miles, and I finally noticed its vanity plate. The plate read “URLOVED.” I felt as if that was a message just for me, and it cheered me up all the way home. Coincidence? Nope.
Here’s something else I found out about the name “Lulu.” (I found it in http://www.sheknows.com/)
The name Lulu is an African baby name. In African the meaning of the name Lulu is: Pearl.
Native American Meaning:
The name Lulu is a Native American baby name. In Native American the meaning of the name Lulu is: Rabbit.
Now, I swear that before yesterday I did not know this. However, my favorite gem has always been a pearl. In the Chinese horoscope my symbol is a rabbit. Coincidence? Um–no.
Here’s the thing–if we knew, really knew that we were being watched over, nurtured along, helped gently each day, and were always unconditionally loved–how would that change us? Perhaps that nagging little voice at the back of our minds would stop nattering “you won’t amount to anything,” “you’re a loser,” “you are nothing special,” “you don’t matter,” and so on–perhaps those voices would be stilled forever if we believed that at all times and in all places we are loved.
Sometimes we need a little metaphysical reminder of who we are, even if it shows up as your grandma name on a dollar bill.