I’m fairly certain that most of my girlfriends had the names of their future babies picked out by the time they were seven. Since they knew they wanted to be mommies someday, they had an ever-growing list of their favorite boy and girl names to choose from, which often became the names of the dolls they so carefully tended to. Granted, the list changed over the years, but the point was that one existed.
I, on the other hand, named every new doll ‘Jessica’. Which was also my name when playing house. Because I was quite convinced that ‘Jessica’ was the epitome of the perfect name. And it also seemed silly, at the time, to create such a list, when my dream was to have a career and own a smart apartment in the middle of the city.
Funny how things change. How priorities reshape themselves until you realize that what you once considered a dream is only a shadow of what you truly want. Of what truly matters to you. Suddenly, being a mommy someday means more to me than the next big raise or promotion.
On the other hand, names still don’t come easy. Thank goodness, Nate and I aren’t in any rush or need to come up with favorite baby names. Not only would our child face the possibility of going nameless for weeks, but he or she would probably end up with an endless list of nicknames.
Not that having a given name will offer any safety from that.
Apparently, I married the one person on the planet who loves nicknames as much as I do. Our fondness for nicknames came out when we were dating… but really exploded when we adopted our fur-babies.
Stitch was named after the Disney cartoon Lilo and Stitch, because he’s double-pawed like a little monster… and he’s mischievous beyond belief.
Like really, really mischievous!
But despite the fact that he has a perfectly good name, he’s frequently called:
*Stitchy Vaughn Mousequwitz
I mean, he does look like a fuzzy little chicken, after all. 😉
Our black kitty, on the other hand, went nameless for almost two weeks, because Nate and I couldn’t think of anything to call him.
We ended up calling him Highstreet, after the street he was found abandoned on. But he is now most frequently called ‘Bubba’, and is also called:
Yeahhh, he’s kind of fuzzy…
So the conclusion Nate and I have come to is that there is absolutely no hope for our future children. Let’s just hope that they’ll know what their real name is… if Nate and I are able to actually pick acceptable names when the time comes someday. 😉
Do you have a nickname?