Monday, August 31, 2009
What's In A Name?
Brian @ Waystation One, inspired this memory today.
My second son was supposed to be named Patrick Dylan. My husband had named our first son according to his family tradition and it was now my turn. I had chosen the name years before. I always loved Patrick and I thought Dylan a fitting and fluid choice for a middle name and I loved Bob Dylan, Dylan Thomas, etc. The day the baby was born, my husband told me he didn't like the name I'd chosen and he wanted to name our second son after his father. I was pissed, to say the least. We argued 4 days. I'd had a C section and remained hospitalized for the week. The Vital Statistics lady kept telling me if we didn't name the baby before we left the hospital, we'd have to go through the court system, a tedious process. My OB advised me he and his wife had the same problem with their second child and ended up naming her Kimberly Clark after the tissue box. I didn't really believe him but it turned out to be true.
Anyway, I let my husband choose my son's first name and I chose the middle name, a family name, insisting we call him by that. His middle name is Fletcher. His friends call him Fletch. I am often asked if I named him after that silly Chevy Chase movie of the same name. The answer is a resounding "No!" He is named after my great great granduncle, Winslow Fletcher, a riverboat captain on the Mississippi.
btw, my son loves his middle name!