There is something that has been bothering me. Up to this point, as you may have noticed, I have always referred to my daughter as DD. An abbreviation for Dear Daughter, a commonly used term. It just doesn't feel right to me; it's too impersonal.
At the same time, I am not entirely comfortable using my daughter's real name on this blog or the various social mediums. I can't quite put a finger on it. It just feels wrong somehow to expose her when she is not old enough to consent. Please do not ask me why I am comfortable sharing images of her but not her name. I can't explain it.
Each mom has to make this decision for herself. There is no one right answer. Many are comfortable using their children's names on their blogs. Others are not. It is very common to use nicknames. Problem is, most of the nicknames we use for our daughter are not unique. For example, how many monkeys do you think there are out there? A whole lot. And if I use a nickname here I would like for it to be different.
When my daughter was a newborn, my mom dubbed her The Bean. When she was all swaddled up that is exactly what she look like. And it stuck. We continue to call her that to this day. Although recently I have modified it to String Bean. You see, she is freakishly tall. Atypically long and lean.
I am not exaggerating. The print out of her growth chart the pediatrician's office gave me from her 18 month check up shows her official height at 36 inches. That's THREE FEET TALL! At a year and a half. She was completely off the charts. The average height of a 30 month old girl. Her weight, on the other hand, was a mere 23 pounds. No matter how much food she shoves in her mouth, which is a lot, she just cannot seem to reach any higher than the 30th percentile in weight.
My daughter is more than half my height at this point. And almost half my husband's height. And she barely has an ounce of fat. It has always been so. Even when she was a baby. So the nickname String Bean really does fit. Henceforth, in all my blog posts and tweets, my daughter will no longer be DD, but SB, for String Bean.
And it is fitting, really, considering the planned topic for my next book project. Growing up tall as a girl is painfully awkward. It is complete agony in the teenage years. I know plenty of people are jealous of tall girls, but it is not always great. As an adult I love it, but when I was growing up, not so much.
I've been through it. String Bean will obviously go through it. I want to write a book to support her, and other girls like her, so they can stand tall and love the skin they're in. Of course, right now, I have another book to complete and get published. But I have time. String Bean can't even read yet...
I do not know why the coffee table seemed like a good place to take a rest, but it serves as a good reference. I measured the table; it is 52 inches long. And SB almost reaches from end to end.