Naming your child is so difficult. Straight away there are reams of names that you have to discount.
- Any name of anyone you don’t like. (there’ll be more on that list than you’ll care to admit)
- Any name of anyone either of you had any kind of a relationship with. (also a long list if you are lucky)
- Names of dogs and cats. (why do people name their dogs after humans?)
- Any cast member of a reality tv series (we all watch it but we don’t need people thinking our name choice is a nod to shit tv)
- Any old teachers or bosses either of you had (that’s just creepy)
The list could go on…… if you let it. At the end of the day you just have to pick one you love and hope that your child loves it too.
Then in the modern age you also have the issue of the surname to contend with. Years ago the child took the father’s name and that was it. Now people have children before marriage. They may never intend to get married. There may be couples in same sex relationships who go on to have children, which surname do they use? In all cases the conversation has to be had as to how to proceed with naming the offspring.
For me it was simple. Although we were not married the children should have their father’s name. I was traditional in my thinking and also as we were engaged, in time, I would have that name as well. Well life didn’t work out that way. We never did get married and now my boys and I don’t share a surname. Now to complicate matters further as myself and himself were not together at the time of Macy’s birth she shares my name. Someone ring Jeremy Kyle!!!
This is a big bone of contention with me. Bigger than I like to admit. In hindsight I think I should have either put my surname in there or given them my name until we were actually married but like I said. I am traditional and I didn’t foresee any issues at that time of my life. We are in the process of changing Macy’s name to the same as the boys and I’m happy that they will share the name.
They are full siblings and I just think she shouldn’t have to deal with the judgments and the questions.
Ideally we would double barrel them all but an agreement couldn’t be reached so now they will have their father’s name.
I know I’m the primary care giver and they are with me the majority of the time but the name difference makes me feel a little disconnected. Almost as though I have no claim to them which is utterly ridiculous. Yet I still feel that way. At appointments for the children people will call me Mrs…. (the children’s surname) and it’s like a little knife in my tummy every time. You know when you’d see your cousin’s coming and you’d say ‘here’s the Delaney’s’ well no one will say that about us because I’m not a part of that club. I can’t sign my correspondence , yes I correspond, regards The Brophy Family because we are not the Brophy family. I even considered changing my own name at one stage. My parents weren’t overly happy about that suggestion as you can imagine.
I think this is one of many hiccups that I’ll have to just accept. They know that I am their mother and really the disconnect I feel is an administrative one. My children and I are deeply connected to the core. They are literally a part of me and let’s face it most of the time what I call them under my breath resembles neither of our surnames!
it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet;