To be clear, I don’t have any personal recollection of this story. And it likely isn’t 100% true, but I’m pretty sure this incident did, in fact, happen.
All children have their first words. Usually Da-da is claimed by fathers as the first, but a lot of moms speculate it’s just repeating syllables that happen to make a word. I’m not getting into that debate. Nobody wins there. As to my own first words...well I have no clue what they were.
What I do know, is the story of my first words in public. I guess I only spoke around family at first? We’ll assume so for the purposes of this story. So. My first words in public.
We were eating at a restaurant, “we” being comprised of Mom, Dad, Brooke and Holly (two of my sisters), and myself. Throughout the meal Brooke and Holly were patiently coaching me to say something to a non-family member. They worked and worked and worked at it. As far as I know, the meal more or less progressed uneventfully.
At the end of the meal, the waitress came to our table with the bill. This was it. This was my moment. It was my time to shine. And shine I did.
“Charge it to Daddy!!!”
Words for a little girl to live by.
Note: I feel a couple things are worth noting. First, I sought my own financial independence pretty quickly after graduating high school, so I wasn’t really a Daddy’s plastic kind of girl. That being said, through the end of his life, Dad maintained a credit card with my name linked to his account in case I needed it. Even when I refused to carry it, he continued to order it and keep it close by, that way if something did happen he could have it to me by the next day.
Second, Dad was one of the best shopping partners I have ever known. He had a great eye for what would stand out and be fashionable-but not a fad.
Finally, keep an eye on the comments section of this post. I’m counting on Mom to post corrections to this story. Ready, Mom? I’m testing to see if you read through the end of my posts. Just kidding! I have no doubt you’ll read all of this.