Grab a brew and a biscuit, pull up a comfy blanket and make yourself cosy because this blog is about get a whole lot of serious. It makes a nice change?
So I’ve had a baby. Let’s move on, god all you guys do it mention it. When I was pregnant we of course had to think of a name for the little soul as she couldn’t be referred to as baby forever…although I’m pretty sure that is a name for someone out there. Michael called his child blanket right?
Picking a name is a lot harder than you think. The first thing is that when you think of a name or your partner picks a name, your mind instantly wonders to that prat who threw footballs at you or your partner’s ex-girlfriend. The second thing that made it harder for us is that I work with kids, young kids too so when I think of a name or a name was suggested I would think of children I work with and that was a no no.
Of course eventually we came up with Pip (Pippa in reality). We love it and most people we know love it, but some people do like to suck sour grapes and pull funny faces when you say it. OK it’s her name, she’s stuck with it so what you going to do it about it?
Well it got me to thinking about the power behind a name. Pip and everyone in the world is stuck with their name, unless they pay a bit of cash and change it by depot.
Say if I had called my child… Gary (it’s a dying out name) then the chances of them becoming prime minister are slim. I mean they are pretty slim anyway, but are we going to listen to a prime minister called Gary? Hm probably not. Gary isn’t the wildest name I could think of and probably not the best example. I really want to keep the Gary name alive!
Story time now! My parents chose my name (my real name not my blog name – it’s not far off) because they liked it, fair enough. However 5 minutes after they registered my name they chose to give me a nickname which stuck. I go by my nickname and everyone I know calls my by my nickname. However the law requires when I apply for jobs, passports, doctors etc etc that I use my legal birth name. It causes years of confusion of explaining what I prefer to be called, annoyance of my end and probably annoyance of other people (although they can get a grip). When Meghan Markle got married and everoyone in the world realised her real name was Rachel, my mum exclaimed “Why does she go by Meghan when her real name is Rachel… how stupid”. Yeah mum it’s so annoying when people do that…
We choose a name for a child for different reasons. However does anyone stop to think about the effect the name has on a child in later life? I mean the name you chose for your child could have a lot of associations or stigma behind it. A child with a more unusual name could be constantly explaining the reasoning behind it or having to go against those with more common “sensible names”. We live in a different world these days, but does a name say something about them or their parents?
There is no logic or reasoning behind why really, but is strikes the question does your name affect your future?
P.S. Sorry for the heavy post but sometimes it’s good to get you all thinking. Normal blogging will resume