While I was pregnant and it came time to choose names for The Duchess, we struggled. We had to choose both a boy’s and girl’s name since we hadn’t found out the sex, not for lack of trying. Not only did she have her legs tightly crossed, but she was sitting on her feet. This should have been our first sign of her very determined, independent nature (Have I mentioned that at not even 5 ½ months, she is starting to crawl by dragging herself across the room…on her face?).
We struggled, but not in the argumentative, “What is wrong with the name Blazer?” kind of way, but in the generally indecisive way. We wanted to choose something that wouldn’t be too unusual if we lived in the UK, but wouldn’t be considered funny if we moved to America. Although, American names are far less traditional therefore people tend to be a bit more adventurous.
Check out this link at HuffPost on American trends to look out for in 2012, submitted by Pamela Redmond Satran from Nameberry.com. It’s guaranteed to have some of my British readers chuckling aloud. (Maybe we should have gone with the names Golden or Lynx or why not the best of both worlds, Golden Lynx).
We also wanted to consider our accents and choose a name that we both said the same way. No Dawns, Audreys, or Isaiahs. Finally, we didn’t want to choose a name that was #1 on the most popular baby name’s list…or even top 10 for that matter. Neither of our names was that popular when we were born so we didn’t have to be constantly called by our first and surnames…The Native’s name will never hit the Top 100 list. Having a name that wasn’t everyone else’s was weirdly important to me.
Finally, only weeks before she arrived we settled on names for The Duchess and were especially happy about our girly choice.
A few months back we moved to our current home and just this week I met one of your bog standard, friendly neighbourhood pensioners on my way into town. This was our conversation.
Your friendly neighbourhood pensioner: Hello. Ooooh, can I have a look at the baby?
Me: (turn the puschair towards her) Sure.
YFNP: She is pretty. What’s her name?
Me: (insert The Duchess’ name here)
YFNP: That’s…….(YFNP trails off and stares down the street without finishing the sentence.)
Clearly, my rules about names don’t suffice for the elderly populace. She didn’t even try to pretend and say, ‘That’s lovely,’ or not even the honest, but polite ‘That’s different.’ She just stopped talking.
Good thing I found it hilarious. I would have liked to see her face if I had said her name was Golden.
If you are a parent: What was important to you when naming your baby?
If you’re not: I had a friend who said she couldn’t stand when parents tried to give their kids unusual names just to be different. Is there anything you think is important when naming a child? Anything that is annoying? Don’t worry, little reader, you can be honest!
By the way, in a mad weekend dash, why not nip over to a wonderful lifestyle blog written by a fellow expat to submit a last minute entry in her competition? She is giving away a beautiful bowband, knitted headband. Lauren is married to one of my old British buddies, lives in Rome and writes about those simple things that make life beautiful, inspiring, and just that bit more fun.