What's in a name?

My Mom was 38 years old, when she had me. She had 3 boys of high school and college age and had adopted my sister 8 years before I was born. Mom had had several miscarriages and the doctors had told her she wouldn’t be able to carry any more children. The pediatrician that she used at the time knew how bad she wanted a little girl and called her when my sister was born to a mother than had decided to give her up for adoption; I guess that was before you had to go through all the red tape. I’m not sure if she even asked my Dad but she went to the hospital and brought my sister home that very next day after she was born. Ofcourse they absolutely adored her and were so content with their family of 3 boys and 1 girl. When my sister was 8 years old my mom became pregnant with me. Immediately after finding out she was pregnant she started bleeding and the doctor’s told her to prepare for another miscarriage. She fought it and stayed in bed trying to keep me, she bled the entire time she was pregnant with me all the while doctors not expecting me to make it. But, she made it to 9 months pregnant; I was born and was perfect. That is when I was given my nickname “Blessing”. Everyone loved me and was so glad I was born. But my very favorite person in the world was my mom. I never wanted to be away from her and was content with just sitting on her lap all day or at her feet while she sewed. I watched her cook, play cards with her friends, and I even went to work with her when she opened up her very own shop and made handmade smocked dresses and specialty clothes. I loved it when mamma cooked, she would make homemade pies, chicken and dumplings, and my very favorite homemade chocolate chip cookies. Mamma always took us to church, Dad usually wouldn’t go but on special holidays or when mamma would make him, but regardless she always had us at church. My Dad was a good man; he would help anyone that needed help. I never heard my mom and dad fuss… I’m sure they had to have had disagreements but I never ever can remember them saying a cross word to eachother. My dad worked hard and always provided for us, I can never remember a time in my younger days ever wanting for anything or my parents struggling. If they did I didn’t know it. We weren’t wealthy by any means but we had exactly what we needed. My nanny was the next person who loved me the most, well probably equal to Mamas love for me. Nanny is the one who gave me my nickname “Blessing”. I loved to go to Nanny’s house. Every Friday I would go over and usually stay until Sunday. We would go on trips and shopping, and she would always make me homemade biscuits every Saturday. We would eat our homemade biscuits with homemade jelly and watch cartoons every Saturday morning. On Friday nights we would always go to Paul’s oyster bar and eat dinner, we had some really good times. My Nanny was such a good lady, she was kind to everyone and always willing to listen and give advice. My Nanny read her bible every night, she would underline and mark and pray and make notes on everything she was reading and learning. Nanny went to the Methodist church and we went to the Baptist church, so we didn’t usually go to church together. My grandfather died when I was around 2, I think. I don’t really remember him, but I hear he was a good man. For the first part of my life, I don’t remember any bad things about my life. I was loved, cared for and cherished by my family… and everything was perfect.