What am I?

In English my name means flower. In Spanish it means

blossoming. It means growing, it means patience. It is like
maturing and gradually developing into something beautiful. It is
the patience of growing and developing.
It was a womans name. My mother has only met her once
before I was born. She believed it was beautiful, so she gave it to
me. I believe it was meant to tell me to grow beautifully.
She was a stranger to my mother. My mother didnt know
her. My mother described her as beautiful but very quiet. She kept
to herself.
My mother believed I should be like this stranger. She
wanted me to be beautiful. The stranger was sweet and, above
all, beautiful. I mainly believe that it means growing as a person. I
dont care for beauty, but for growing and maturing. I have
inherited growth.
At school they point at the grass and ground. As I grew
people gave me nicknames. For my parents it would refer me as a
child while my friends saw it as a power. I may be a flower, but I
am Flor.
I wouldnt mind to be called by my middle name. If Im going
to be called a flower, it better be a beautiful one. I feel that a
change of name wont need to be required for me. Im perfectly
fine with being different.