A Rose By Any Other Name...

I was born when the name "Jennifer" peaked on the most popular name list. My mother says that she became aware of the phenomenon after she had already selected and had her heart set on the name. For five years, the name was fine. No big deal. When I started school, I realized that I would forever be "Jennifer H." because I would spend the next thirteen years alongside the other "Jennifers" "Jennys" "Jenns" and however else you want to slice that.

And I hated my name. I hated it only because I knew that hearing my name did not necessarily mean that someone was talking to me...and I hated it because ignoring the hearing of my name when it was actually directed at me was considered rude. (Sigh...)

I even have to go by Ms. Jennifer B. at preschool because there are other Jennifers there. And it is a small preschool.

I am telling you all the woes of my name because for the first time EVER, my name has become a good thing. I was awarded this today, my very first blog award, solely because I am a Jennifer from a fellow Jennifer (or actually "Jenni", as the case may be).

So today, I am glad to be a Jennifer. I am proud to stand with all of the other Jennifers out there. We know what it is like to be lumped together with only your last initial...or sometimes even your last name....to distinquish you from the pack.

And since I do not have any other fellow Jennifer bloggers, I hereby give this award to my friend, Lisa, who has been having an unbelievable run of sickness in her family. I hope that it will cheer her up and make her day bright!