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May
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These photos were taken of Morgan coming up on her 13th birthday. (Don’t you love how in one of them she is milking a goat?!) Today is the last day of school here, her last day of 11th grade. She’s 17 1/2 (that 1/2 is important!) and has just one more first day of school before she heads off to college. (She’s planning to go to WVU.) Hard to believe my last child is on the brink of her last year of grade school.

Yesterday morning, she kept making me sign sticky notes. Blank sticky notes. And they were some kind of weird sticky notes where you had to keep turning the pad back and forth. (I can’t explain this properly.) And she kept making me sign more and more of them. I had barely gotten out of bed–she gets on the bus at 6:15 a.m.

Me: “We need to sit down and practice you writing my signature.”

Morgan: “I don’t want to forge your name!”

Me: “Why can’t you be a normal teenager?”

I’m pretty sure she was getting caught up on her excuse notes for her attendance record, but I didn’t have to ask. Morgan’s a very responsible girl. She came home from school and told me she’d told her friends I tried to get her to forge my signature. “They were all jealous,” she said. “Their parents would be mad if they forged their signatures and you’re trying to teach me.” Only she refuses to learn.

I said, “Do you know why I would do that?”

Yes, she did.

I said, “I trust you.” Plus I’m lazy and if she ever hands me that back-and-forth sticky pad mess again, I’m striking.

My parents never tried to teach me to forge their signatures. (They didn’t have to, I practiced on my own.) I’m pretty sure, though, that I couldn’t really be trusted!

I don’t know where Morgan came from, but I’m very lucky to have her.

P.S. She’ll be staying another week or so, has an ACT test scheduled, then will be spending a good bit of the summer in Texas–and coming back with her first car!

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on May 31, 2013  

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  1. 5-31
    9:17
    am

    Those are pop-up Post-It notes, meant to go in a device somewhat like a Kleenex box.

    My parents encouraged the forging of signatures, or at least the writing of the attendance note so they could sign it while still in bed. I can still sign my dad’s name.

  2. 5-31
    10:07
    am

    I knew how to forge my mom’s signature in high school. She backed me up on the one time the school called to verify that she’d signed the note. It was the one time I skipped school after a pep rally. I don’t even send notes to school anymore for my youngest, also a rising senior. I just email the attendance clerk from my work email. It’s much easier.

  3. 5-31
    10:12
    am

    When I was in high school, you were allowed 28 missed days per year. And I took everyone of them off. Needless to say, I wrote a lot of “Please excuse…” notes. And I forged all of them since my parents were illiterate of the English language. The crazy part of it, as I think of it now, is that they never had a copy of my moms signature.. So why did I feel the need to fake it? And let’s face it, would they really take the time to dig out every kids file to check excuse notes against parents registration notes? Just sayin.

  4. 5-31
    10:56
    am

    What struck me is how much your daughter looks like you!

  5. 5-31
    1:29
    pm

    Ha – I thought my daughter was the only one who practiced forging her mother’s signature. It was a good skill for her to learn as I did not want to sign every single note that came home from school. She also taught herself how to pic-locks. I agree it’s a trust thing and my daughter knew I would come down on her hard if she misused her ‘skills’. And no – she has not turned to a life of crime. As much as my daughter hates to admit it, she is more like me everyday!

  6. 5-31
    2:12
    pm

    :happyflower: :happyflower: :happyflower: :happyflower: :happyflower:
    It is hard to believe that she is at this point in life, time seems to have gone by so quickly, the education that she has received these past several years will be the best of her life.

  7. 5-31
    2:40
    pm

    I remember those pictures!!! How she has matured – she’s a beauty. I also remember forging my Mom’s signature, but not very often. It was a daring, scary thing to do. And difficult to master at first – I naturally write forward and she had a backwards slant to her sig. But, teenagers can be stubborn!

    Tell her for me that I wish her a happy and exciting summer.

  8. 5-31
    8:19
    pm

    I,too, have a supremely trustworthy daughter only she is graduating next weekend. I don’t know how i got so lucky but I’ll take it!

  9. 5-31
    9:29
    pm

    I can’t believe it’s been so long that I’ve been reading CITR. Kids certainly remind us how quickly time passes. And I agree with milesawayfarm that Morgan looks like you in these pictures.

  10. 5-31
    11:59
    pm

    Wow, I remember some of those pictures! I feel like I’ve seen her grow up!

  11. 6-1
    7:54
    am

    :fairy: You remind me too much of myself. LOL I can definitely relate. My daughter is very good at filling out forms, writing notes, calling for various appointments, etc. and then will just hand it all over for a signature. I am definitely too preoccupied with life to deal with that kind of stuff.

  12. 6-5
    5:05
    pm

    I hope Morgan’s car last longer then Weston’s did when he brought one back from Texas!!!! My kids told me that they forge my signature all the time in school. To late to ground them when they are adults now.. And looking at the pics of Morgan WOW she has really grown up!!! To quickly!!!!!! She is a beautiful lady and looks like her momma :D

  13. 6-18
    8:59
    am

    My sister and I were excellent at forging signatures. We were so good that we had people on the bus lining up to get us to forge their parents’ signatures–without us even knowing what the signatures looked like! Which really meant…we didn’t know what the hell we were doing, LOL!!

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