Let it be know that on this rare occation I am making a conscious choice to reveal my children’s first names. After this post I will go back to using their pseudonoms. I realize I am taking a chance but for the effectivenesss of the post I must reveal the names. Really I have not lost my mind. Besides all of you know their names anyway.
The other day I was having a chat with one of my friends about naming our children. You know the difficulty of coming up with a name that both parents like. My husband and I have unlimited veto power due to past relationships and general dislike. The last thing you want to do is run into an ex and introduce them to your new baby and have them walking away thinking “Wow they are still pining after me so much they named their baby after me.” A situation that is more likely to happen to my husband then me seeing as I have only dated a grand total of 5 people in my life (including my early teenage hand-holding years). I think that is why the Good Lord has blessed us with boys.
For us, the most difficult part of naming our child is coming up with the first name. The middle names seem to be a breeze for we give them family names and the last name, well you are just stuck with that one. When I was younger I planned on marrying someone with a last name that began with “A” so my initials would spell ALLA (pronaounced allah). I know, I was young and stupid and thankfully things did not work out as I planned, but as each senario has both good and bad. The name that I got removed all potential for first names begining with the letter “B”. Hey sometimes you have to make sacrifices, but what kid wants to be called B.S. for the rest of his life? Sometimes I still lament the loss of the letter “B”. My oldest boy was going to be a Benjamin.
When I was pregnant with our first child, we didn’t know if we were having a boy or a girl. We used to sit in Chapters (a canadian book store not unlike Barns and Noble) reading the name books. We also would stay up nights and suggest names. Everyone got in on the fun too. My mother-in-law pulled out her family history books, and people at work had a list they could add their suggestions too. Finally one night, whilst sitting with my sister and my husbands brother, we got the name Dakota. We had already agreed on a the name Kennedy if we had a girl. Just so you know we have since changed our minds about Kennedy so feel free to use it.
The story is much different for our second son. My husband had pretty much picked out his name before I was even pregnant. I remember him being on “chat” with his family and he said he liked the name Ethan James. My son became an Ethan but the middle name is different. I however didn’t care for the name Ethan but my husband was so insistant, or I was not caring so much. I don’t remember. I am now ok. with his name, thanks to a nice english doctor. I decided that everone had to say his name with an english accent.
Now I have said before that coming up with the first name is the hardest part, the second hardest part is dealing with all of the comments from friends and family once you have chosen the name. With Dakota, I got comments like “Can I call him Cody?” while pulling a face. With Ethan, two of my sisters were a bit annoyed because they wanted to use that name. Every once in a while, one sister brings it up that I stole her boy name and I am constantly reminding that sister I didn’t like the name. So this time around we (or I) have decided not to tell people the names we have chosen. We have a boy name picked out and are still struggling with a girl name. We are still open to suggestions but don’t feel slighted if we don’t choose your name.