When I was little, I wished my name was Amanda. I remember hearing Boston’s song Amanda, maybe on the radio? My parents will sometimes recall how I would sing my own version of the chorus, “Na, na, na, na… Amanda.” But my name is Jessica. My mom swears it wasn’t popular when she named me, which is somehow hard to believe given the number of Jessicas I seem to be among, almost everywhere I go.
Choosing a name is a big deal. As the birth of our third daughter draws near, I feel so uncertain about what name to choose. Being a teacher, it’s so hard to separate names my husband suggests from kids I have know at school over the years or names I notice seem to be trendy. He’s pretty much given up on offering any suggestions by this third go around. Yet he cringes when I suggest old fashion names like Opal, Mable, and Margaret.
For our first daughter, we negotiated. I got Wren and he got to throw in a second middle name, after his grandmother. Wren Teagan Agnes…a real mouthful, yet it is who she has become, the little girl with five names, (her last name is also hyphenated).
With Adi, there was also a bit of give and take as she is named after both of our mothers, sort of. My mom’s name is Ida, so we flipped the spelling to get Adi. His mom is Marie. Adi Marie. Short and sweet.
Oh baby number three, who will you be?