This is not a recipe today, but it’s just as important! So, the teenager turns twenty tomorrow. My baby, my girl, who just yesterday was a toddler cuddled up in my lap while I read her Goodnight Moon for the one millionth time, is turning twenty. I’m not really sure how this happened, but here it is, and along with trying to wrap my head around being the mother of a twenty-year-old, it also dawned on me that I can’t call her “the teenager” on this here blog anymore. I’ve been wracking my brain for a good thing to call her, and…I just can’t come up with anything. So I’m opening it up to you, my wonderful readers, and man, do I have a great prize for the one who comes up with the perfect name.
First, let me give you a little background on the teenager (I still get to call her that until midnight) to help you along. She’s a redhead with big brown eyes, but she insists she is really strawberry blond. She wants to be a teacher. She’s already a black belt, a camp counselor, a devoted Yankees fan, and a Kappa Alpha Theta. She refuses to wear a coat, even when it is freezing outside. She goes to Clemson University (go Tigers!) and she has written a book (for which she appeared on the Today Show in the most nerve-wracking 3 minutes of my life. She was totally calm).
Just as importantly, she the kind of girl who will turn on Aerosmith really loud and dance on the roof of a car when her mama is taking too long taking pictures on the side of the road.
She hates to get up early, and she loves Harry Potter, Taylor Swift and re-runs of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Her favorite foods are macaroni and cheese, and macaroni and cheese. Her room is a disaster area. For her sweet sixteen party, she asked for donations to the dog rescue shelter where she got her puppy instead of presents. She is stubborn as a mule and smart as a whip, and still calls me Mommy, which makes my heart melt a little bit every time she does it.
And so I ask you – help me to figure out the best thing to call her on this blog, now that I can’t call her the teenager. Leave me your best suggestion in the comments below, and next Saturday she and I will pick our favorite, and then send the one who came up with the name a set of twenty of the best children’s books we know. Most of them are books that we loved reading together when she was small (sniffle!), along with a few new ones. Here they all are…including Goodnight Moon. (All brand-new…she won’t part with anything in her room. Books, stuffed animals, ratty old sneakers….you know.)
(In the event that more than one person suggests the perfect name, the books will go to the first one who comments with that name.) And just in case you were wondering, we’re not going to use her real name, otherwise known as the one I holler every time I find a wet towel on the floor again, so no suggesting that option, sensible as it may seem!
And with that….Goodnight teenagers everywhere.