My Daughter…

Because of some encouragement, I’ve decided to tell you a little story about my daughter. She was 47 this year, she may hate me for telling her age, then again she’s a smart girl and it should not cause her any alarm.
When she was born, her mother, my first wife, and I decided to name her PHILESHIA. Not the typical spelling one would have for that name, but it and her were special to us.
When she was “little” I called her “Eshia”. Kinda cute, but when she got to high school she said to me; “Dad, call me something different, that sounds baby-ish.”
“So what should I call you?” I asked, she said; “Phil”. So for the longest time I called her “Phil”.
That is up until about seven years ago.
Again she talked to me about her name, she said; “Dad, you gotta stop calling me “Phil”, call me something different.”
I asked; “What would you like me to call you?”
She said; “Phileshia”.
I then said;” Can I ask Why?”
She replied, “Well when I get my Doctorate, I don’t want to be known as Dr. Phil.”

Her students called her Dr. Phil….

So that’s the little “true” story.