Part of the fun when you discover that you’re having a baby is deciding on a name, right? Well, it usually starts out that way with the parents. And then family members, friends, and sometimes strangers off the street, start offering up their two cents. You know, those not so subtle suggestions that you name the baby after Grandma so and so. And “wouldn’t it be lovely if…”
When I was pregnant with my daughter, a friend of my mother’s was constantly proposing a variety of baby girl names, every time I saw her, which was a lot because I was on bed rest at my mom’s house and she often came by to visit. One day, I told her flatly that I wasn’t soliciting any feedback on my baby name considerations. (Yeah, she caught me on a bad day.) From that point on, there was an official moratorium on outside baby name proposals, and I remained pretty tight-lipped about my contenders.
But even without the opinions of others, parents have a lot to consider.
For example, there’s the whole namesake issue. Of course, there are lots of little girls who’ve been named after Grandma or Aunt or Cousin so and so, but for some men, having a namesake is a very big deal. In fact, I have a guy friend who considers it an abomination for the first born son not to be named after his father. Ok sir, I respect your opinion.
as a single mom, I also had one other particularly important consideration to make – my baby’s last name.
Now, let’s talk creativity.
I will admit that when I was younger and fantasized about what I might name my children someday, I thought it would be cool to give my baby girl a traditional boy name or at least a girl name that could be turned into a boy nickname. You know, like Cory, or Alex, or Frankie. (I was really into that 90’s TV show, “Sisters.”) Of course, it could have just been the early signs of my feminist tendencies to redefine gender stereotypes. But I digress.
People also love to get VERY creative with spelling. You know – anything to make a kid’s name especially unique. I, myself, happen to have a rather interestingly spelled middle name. Let me just say, it includes an apostrophe.
Needless to say, I put a lot of thought into my daughter’s name. I chose a first and middle name, both Hebrew in origin, with meanings that reflected my challenging, but faithful journey into motherhood. Gabrielle, which means “God is my strength” and Eliana, which means “My prayers have been answered.”
Even given my propensity to push against traditional values, my Southern, Christian upbringing gave me some pause concerning my single parent status. And as a black woman, I was very sensitive about feeding into some offensive and often unwarranted stereotypes about black single mothers. So, I was tempted to give my daughter her father’s last name as if it might somehow negate my daughter’s “illegitimacy.” But I realized that either way, my last name wasn’t going to change. Not to mention the fact that my daughter was very much legitimate in every way that mattered to me. Ultimately, I compromised with her father and chose to hyphenate my daughter’s last name.
That decision has since brought with it a few inconveniences that I didn’t quite anticipate. Like, when someone from her school mistakenly calls me Mrs. So and So, and my left eye twitches a little. Or, when one of Gabby’s last names is inevitably dropped for the sake of space on a recital program. (And I have to confess that when it’s mine that gets dropped, my right eye twitches.) Or, the fact that some kid in her class will eventually ask her to explain why she has two last names.
On the other hand, Gabby’s gotten a little creative, as of late. I noticed on some of her school papers that she’s writing her first name followed by just the first two letters of her last names. Kind of like Louis C.K. (but without all the cursing.)
Look, there are some who strictly believe if the parents aren’t married, and in particularly if the father isn’t very involved, that the baby should have the mother’s last name. Period. And I understand that. I also respect a woman’s right to choose. And in the case of little boys, again, I understand that men often want a son to carry on the family name. But I think it’s the intention behind the naming that gives it real meaning.
Honestly, if I had it to do over again, I don’t know if I’d give Gabby two last names. But for now, I’ve decided to leave it as is. Perhaps when she gets older, she’ll decide to change it. And that’s her choice.
The most important name I have for her, though, is MY DAUGHTER.
Taralyn Caudle is a freelance writer and Huntsville native who returned to her hometown to raise her beautiful and energetic daughter, Gabby. When she’s not nurturing the talents of her budding artist, she can be found on the hunt for good food, good music, or a good deal on a pair of shoes. Practically possessed by politics, purple, and Prince, she loves alliteration (obviously) and has been known to quote music lyrics in everyday conversation, from Hall & Oates to
Kanye West Kendrick Lamar. Her current philosophy on life: a little bit of sarcasm and a whole lot of laughter never hurt anybody.