I’ll never forget what was likely one of my first fights with my parents. I was only 3 or 4 years old. My memory has me at the top of the staircase, yelling to my mom, “You got to name me, you got to name Brittany (my sister), now it is my turn.”
And I was serious.
Can you imagine, a toddler telling you it’s their turn to name the next baby?
Well, my parents went on to name my brother Robert. I ignored it and called him ‘Chip’ for the first several years of his life (and yes, that’s Chip from Chip and Dale).
Well now it is actually my turn to hand out a name for my own baby. While my son hasn’t had any names as great as Chip, he has suggested “Skarloey” (from Thomas the train). I may have to follow the path of my parents – and not let my toddler name his little brother.
Naming a baby is hard. Many names are already connected to people you’ve met. Other names can quickly turn into negative nicknames. And not to mention trying to pick a first name that won’t be confused with the last name, that’s also a first name – Craig.
As hard as it is, we’ve been able to get it down to two finalist names – Graham and Trevor.
When I asked ‘J’ about the name Graham, he looked at me and said, “Hmmmm, I call him Graham cracker.” Sounds appropriate for a big brother, doesn’t it?
“Graham cracker” or not- we still have a couple months to make a final decision.
How did you come up with your child’s name? How did your parents come up with your name?