Contact list

I go through my daughter's phone about once every couple of weeks.  This is a practice I am fully justified in doing for multiple reasons.  The main one being I know the difference between this is a great pic/message to send and nope....don't want this one wallpapering the halls of my Presidential Library.  Of course, vodka moves the standard line several feet - this is why I lock my phone every other Saturday night.

Anyway, in my random perusing, I've yet to find anything her mama...wait that's me!...would have a problem with.

In fact, last night I found something that made me so proud I almost woke her up to high five.

My girl has begun the process of assigning nicknames to people who matter.  It brings a sarcastic little tear to my eye to see "needs mental help" and "the psychopath" on her contact list.

I have been dubbed "life giver".  And, that's right, what I giveth I occasionally threaten to taketh away.

People.  This may be my proudest mama moment so far because, if you matter to me, you are not in my phone under the good name your mama gave you.  If you matter at all (good or bad) you are

#1 uncle

8 pack

Billie Jean

Redbull

Dear Leader

Eyebrows

Get Some Dignity

Holliday 

Lamb

Abs

Mother Google Earth

My Nerd

Price Chopper

Sunshine

Sexy Swede

Town Cryer

And several variations of no ranging from Absolutely Not to In case of Emergency Break Glass

Just to name a few.

You may not have memorized a number since the early 90s, but I can't remember a single legal name to put as a reference on job applications.  Well, maybe a few, but they wouldn't give me a rave review - that's why I still know what their Grandma calls them.

And now I can see my incredible wisdom taking shape on my eldest's phone. It makes my chest swell to see how well I'm doing at this parenting thing.  I may even change myself to "oh wise one" just to see how long it takes her to figure out who is calling.