Category: odd baby names
Today’s Question of the Week comes from the pages of our very own forums:
Is there a name that you wish you were gutsy enough to use—but probably aren’t? One that you really love, but fear is too extreme?
Are you afraid of the effect it would have on your child–or other people’s reaction?
FYI–some of the names your fellow berries have put on the table:
Guest blogger Sachiko has a penchant for unusual names, and a talent for deflecting the criticism of strangers.
“You named that poor boy WHAT? That’s a terrible name! Shame on you!”
With those words, a nice old man in the hospital lobby turned into a mean old geezer, looking down on me and my newborn son, Musashi, where we were sitting in the mandatory wheelchair, waiting for my husband to pull the car around. I hugged my baby to my chest and scowled at the mean geezer until he went away.
Oh, wait, how about this one: The lady in the fabric store who whipped around and denounced me as an abusive mom for saddling my daughter with a monstrosity like — gasp! — Bronwen.
“She’ll never be able to write it!” Fabric Store Lady said. “And her teachers won’t be able to pronounce it.”
“Have you ever named a baby?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, proudly. “I have a son named Jody.”
This is what we’re afraid of, isn’t it, when we consider choosing out-of-the-ordinary names? That an unusual name will socially injure our babies. That the Baby Name Police will arrest us, and we’ll be defenestrated by the crusading extremists of the Orthodox Baby Name Church.
How scary this is depends on you. Me, I’ve never done well at culturally orthodox, even when I’ve tried. But I have friends, parents, and a husband who care deeply about that old moving target, Fitting In.
Mom: “What names are you thinking of for this one?”
Mom, grandly: “…RACHEL!” (pause) “Well, what do you think? Won’t you please use it? Please?”
And that right there was the best and most productive baby naming conversation I’ve ever had with an Orthodox Baby Name Church member.
My mom hates my naming sins, but at least she still has to love me, the baby naming sinner. Mean geezers and nosy fabric store ladies don’t.