Kids don’t understand the amount of time and effort parents go into to choose their name. Not that I can talk, mind, because I don’t have kids yet, but I have spent plenty of time thinking about what I will name my kids. And I’ve named two cats, which is obviously the same thing.
Anyway, here’s the thing. Growing up my last name leant itself to mockery. I won’t say it here, but if you know me, you understand. Then there was my middle name. Jean. A family name that I thought was not nearly as beautiful as Elizabeth. Ah, Elizabeth. The name I coveted. The middle name my sister was given. Nothing could be more beautiful than Elizabeth, and Jean just didn’t cut it.
I remember standing in the driveway of my friend’s house (a friend name, ironically enough, Elizabeth), stating loudly that my name was no longer Meghan Jean, but instead I would be called Meghan Oscar the Grouch.
Apparently I had no problem with my first name.
This post inspired by the writing prompt What did you want your name to be? by Mama’s Losin’ it.