I am called the Preacher's kid

Am I the preacher's kid, or am I a girl who loves God too much and won't shut up?

Yeah, I am a Preacher's kid (PK). I was called that in my undergraduate days. Most of my classmates and friends called me a Preacher's kid. They would say I was very polite, jovial, sincere, helpful, and decent, and I loved church. Those attributes definitely made me a Preacher's kid. I always smiled and hoped the discussion ended there, which it did most times.

Back then, I was struggling with certain bad habits, which made me somewhat unworthy of the name I was called. And no one saw that, I will presume. They rather saw the beauty in my ashes.

Well, that phase of "living not so right" passed, and I was right on track as I should. That didn't change the preacher’s kid tag. When I started work, a senior colleague asked if my mum was a teacher. I smiled and said, "Yes, she's a teacher in church". He said, "Exactly", thas’s why I behave the way I do and say the things I say. I was stunned because this brought the good memories of being called a preacher's kid back.

I am really wondering what makes me different from my peers and makes me stand out.

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Everyone compliments me for being beautiful, smart, and responsible, and the latter never eluded the compliment. I get praised for decent dressing. I sometimes get called 'Mary'. I will think that's good, oh, wait! I am not thinking, and I know it's good. ‎

Originally published 9/7/2016 at 2:41 PM.