Keep your mitts off my baby name, HBO
posted by: gretchen
My husband and I never share what we are naming our babies until after they are born.
Our theory is that nobody will criticize a baby’s name while they are holding the baby or hypnotized by the charm of a photo. Plenty of people have no qualms trashing a particular name while the baby is still in utero, though.
Also, how am I supposed to know the baby’s name until I see his or her face? What if she doesn’t look like a Priscilla or he doesn’t exactly fit Merlin? We go to the hospital armed with a couple of possibilities and chose the name that softly clicks.
The danger in keeping potentially perfect baby names close to our hearts is when someone announces their new baby has been given our top name contender. It’s happened before, but we don’t find ourselves angry or terribly jealous that we were beat to the birth certificate. There are hundreds of other perfectly wonderful names, and I’ve learned that tastes change over time.
When our first child was born in the olden days of 1997, we gave her a predominantly boy’s name. We liked the meaning—little fire. It was so obscure at the time that most people had never heard of it and we were proud of our clever creativity.
I have one thing to say about this: Aidan.
All it takes is for a character to be introduced on a popular TV show and it’s over for your sweet little girl. I can blame Sex and the City’s Aidan for making it The Name of the early 2000s.
Now we are naming a child for the seventh time. I hope our front-running name doesn’t show up on a new late-night cable show about a sexy handyman/spy/single dad who gets into racy situations and drops a lot of four-letter words as he battles eco-terrorism and watches his girlfriends try on jewelry at Tiffany’s.
Today’s media heroes are tomorrow’s preschool roll call.