When my husband and I found out that we were having a second daughter at our ultrasound, we knew what we had to do. We were going to have to name her. To be fair we knew that was a necessity whether it was a boy or a girl. This seemed a little higher stakes since we had already went through naming one girl. She was only two at the time and we didn’t know yet if we failed or succeeded. I mean obviously we succeeded on at least one count because she did come to us when we called her by the name we chose. We still didn’t know how she felt about the name. She seemed to want to change her name to Salad for a while. I blamed myself for not choosing that to begin with. Naming is so much pressure. You see why I was stressed now?
Well when we entered into discussions on this baby’s name we had already exhausted a lot of our collaborative naming skills on our first daughter. Here is the thing with that, we would agree on a name relatively early in that pregnancy. One day I would wake up a month, a week, or a day later and decide that I fell out of love with it. I don’t know why. There were no rhyme or reasons for this. Maybe it was something I ate? I don’t know. One minute I was gong ho about the name and writing it on imaginary Christmas cards (obviously imaginary since I haven’t managed to complete them at all since the children arrived.)
One particular part of this second pregnancy I was sold on a name. I mean I was in love with the name. I knew my daughter needed to have it and I was prepared to rumble. Are you ready to hear what it was? Amelia. Isn’t that the sweetest?
Try it out:
“Is Baby Amelia hungry?”
“Amelia, it’s time to come in.”
“This is Grandma Amelia.”
Good, right? I know. It works for every part of her life. I give you permission to use it. I really sold it.
Alas there was one problem with the name Amelia. My husband hated it. My husband is pretty even tempered about things. He often lets me get my way. In this particular case it was not working though. I employed every thing I could think of and I still couldn’t get him to come to the right side. Amelia’s side.
I finally pressured him to tell me what in tarnation was wrong with Amelia as a name for our daughter. Do you know what he said? Of course you don’t, you weren’t there. What a stupid question on my part.
He said that she will get made fun of.
I said, “Made fun of how?”
After a pause he said, “People will say Amelia, where’s your plane?”
Yep, that was what he was afraid of. Our daughter would get made fun of for having the same name as one of America’s first celebrated female aviators. I didn’t for a second worry about this being a thing thing that destroyed our little girl’s self esteem. In fact, if the little whipper snappers were versed in history enough to know Amelia Earhart, I felt like they should get that point.
I conceded the name, but not for fear of some first grade historian bully. I forfeited the name because I figured if he hated it enough to make up such a stupid reason, that it must really be something he couldn’t work with. To this day he may think that I was afraid that our daughter would be pressured to find her lost airplane over the Pacific Ocean. We know better though.