I want my daughter to have a name. I want her, more specifically, to have her name. And it just isn’t happening yet (no matter how eager my mother is to monogram things!).
Before we knew Seth was a boy, the only girl name Jim and I agreed on was Elizabeth, and I’d always thought that I’d use Marilyn as a middle name (in tribute to my paternal and Jim’s maternal grandmothers).
Easy-peasy, right? Elizabeth Marilyn.
Nice enough, but then creeps in the suspicion, what if she ends up going by Beth? True, not the end of the world. Beth is a pretty name. But it’s less pretty when you already have a son named Seth. Seth and Beth? No thanks.
So, Elizabeth got nixed.
I fell in love with Eleanor; the rest of the family, not so much. So, buh-bye Eleanor.
How about Ella? Nonna Karen got really excited about this one, especially when I toyed around with the idea of morphing Marilyn into Kaylyn after not only the great-grandmothers, but the grandmothers as well.
Jim told me he thinks Ella is too trendy. And while it’s no Emma, here in 2010, he just may have a point. (check out this article)
We’ve also seen Jillian, Kathleen, Erin, Kendall, Renee, Eden, Shannon and a few others fall victim at the chopping block.
I know we have time. Ample time. I know that we didn’t name our boys until the week they were born, and nobody was worse for the wear.
But this time, it is different. I want to teach Seth to call her by name. I want to call her room ____’s room, instead of the green room. Since there may be so many uncertain things surrounding her arrival, I want at least this to be known.
I just want her to have a name. Her name.