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Thursday, March 10, 2016
ABC's of me
Caring sounded trite, Comedic too self-indulging (or wishful thinking), Contrite was not in my vocabulary at the time...
And then there was my last name which started with B: Blessed sounded churchy. Behaved would just perpetuate the Goody Two Shoes image. And neither Breath-taking nor Beautiful were options...
I couldn't even default to my middle name because J would be just as difficult.
And then I thought of all of those acrostic assignments where there was always at least one letter that just didn't fit the theme.
As my daughter, who is also participating in the challenge, waited for the school bus, we talked about my dilemma. She is headed out on a field trip today so we both know what her topic will be tonight. However, she had an interesting thought about whether or not I chose to do the ABC's of Me. She said, "Well, at least you have each of our first names."
And right there she had me convinced. Eight children. Eight different letters. I was so careful and purposeful to give them names that started with different letters. Even those who came in older, with names, have so far cooperated with my plan. I somehow thought this would minimize confusion when trying to recall a name on the spot (I was wrong) and that it would help other people see them as individuals (slightly more successful on this one). Yes, Eden's right; eight children = eight letters done in the ABC's of Me.
Okay, I'll do it.