Watching teen romantic comedies, filing in and out of the theaters, dreaming about the day the king of the school would suddenly pluck me from my lonely high-school single life was right near the top of my list of things to accomplish before I graduated. Come on kids, we all did it. Don’t deny it. He was dreamy, right?
I don’t remember the first time I saw/heard/encountered the idea of pairing my first name with the last name of my crush (ahem, one true love) at the time… but I remember thinking that 1.) it was a genius idea, 2.) that it was something only to be done where no one could see and 3.) that I couldn’t tell anyone I had ever thought about it let alone done it.
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I’d write it in varying formats – print, cursive, block letters, fancy, messy and in any combination, only to scribble it out so hard that my pen rapidly tore holes in the lined notebook paper. Even though the names were scribbled beyond any hope of recognition, it couldn’t be risked, and that same lined paper found its way into the trash can next to my desk. Shredded and torn to little pieces.
Many, many years later I sit at the table observing a recent form I signed for Royal Crest (to get or not to get milk from the milk man?) and notice my signature. M. Stecker. And, you know what? It’s totally cool. I don’t have to scribble it out, tear it up or keep it a secret from anyone. I’m ALLOWED to see what my name looks like with my, no longer just a crush, husband’s last name. My 14 year old self would be so shocked.
It’s funny the things you think about when you’re young and suddenly determine that you’ve realized those very day dreams. Here’s to my new signature, even if I do get a little nostalgic about changing my name.