Names are powerful things. They define us even before someone meets us. A name should fit the person it’s assigned to, which makes it really hard sometimes to name a baby properly. When I was naming the wee ones (and by “I,” I do mean my husband and I since he had a say in it), I wanted a name that wasn’t outlandish where people would look at me and wonder where I came up with it (thus Siobhan was out, much as I love that name) yet wasn’t common enough where there would be three Jennifers or Michaels in their classes. If I were to go back in time, I would change Little Miss’s name, as I failed miserably there – besides, knowing her personality now, she would make an awesome Evelyn or Eleanor. I’m still debating legally changing her name. In my head.
Talking about names and what we could have been named, the below conversation has me still cracking up:
Me: When I was born, Grandma was going to name me Freddie Dougie if I had been a boy (true story, I’m not making it up, and she was actually going to call me Freddie Dougie – thank goodness I was born a girl).
Mister Man: Really?
Me: Yep, and if your auntie had been born a boy, she was going to be Dougie Freddie (also a true story, and had we both been boys, we would have been Freddie Dougie and Dougie Freddie. Someone was looking out for us).
Mister Man: Cool!
My Husband: And if I had been born a girl, I would have been named Kimberly (at least his mom was reasonable in the name choice).
Little Miss: You don’t look like Kimberly, Daddy.
My Husband: Nope.
Me: Thankfully, Daddy doesn’t look like a Kimberly. I might not have married him if he did.
My Husband: Mister Man, do you know what we would have named you if you’d been a girl?
Mister Man: Huh?
My Husband: Had you been born a girl, you would have been named Kiersten Anabel (ok, so maybe it’s a good thing he was born a boy although I still love the name Kiersten).
Mister Man: Kristen?
Me: No, Sweetie. Kieeeeerrrrrsten. And had Little Miss been born a boy, she was going to be James Spencer, and we were going to call her Jamie.
My Husband: Really? I thought we didn’t have a name picked out it if had been a boy.
Me: (rolling my eyes) Ummm nope. We had a conversation on the way to the hospital. We had James picked out already but hadn’t chosen a middle name but decided on Spencer as we were driving. Of course it didn’t matter in the end anyway.
My Husband: Oh. Yeah. I remember that now.
Mister Man: Cool! So what were you going to name me if I had been born a boy?
I’m still not quite sure how to answer that question.