I do not like being called Mrs. Pokrywka or even Mrs. P. I truly don’t. Every time I hear Mrs. Pokrywka I look around for my mother-in-law. She has the name trademarked. It is her name. She earned it and as far as I’m concerned I am happy to keep it that way. In my mind, she is THE Mrs. Pokrywka. I have immense respect for my mother-in-law and her name. I just don’t want it for myself
The name never stuck with me. From the very beginning I never wanted to be Mrs. Pokrywka. I hyphenated my name so I could be my own version of a Pokrywka. I know Jenni Combs-Pokrywka is a mouthful so most days I am just Jenni. I like being just Jenni. I am comfortable with my name.
My kids’ friends’ parents are not so keen on their kids calling me Jenni. I understand their desire to have their kids learn to respectfully address adults but Mrs. Pokrywka is not me. As a compromise, some of the kids’ friends get around things by calling me Mrs. Pokey (Zach’s nickname). Most call me Ms. Jenni. A few of the older, braver souls just call me Jenni. It makes me smile when I hear the kids call me Jenni. It’s like they are trying their wings at being an adult ~ if I am the one they can practice on, then I’m glad to help.
Oh, for the love of my children…