When we first found out we were pregnant, we were running potential names by everyone we talked to. “What do you think of these three boy names?” We’d ask. We’d get all sorts of responses. Some people would say, “I like your girl names better.” or “So, how are the cats?” And my favorite type of response was, “Well, I always thought David was nice name.” You wouldn’t believe how many people out there will silently (or not so silently) judge you about the future name of your baby. Over time we realized that it was going to be impossible to please everyone so we started to become tighter lipped about our brainstorms. That decision was further solidified after having dinner with Darren and Kathy.
At the time we had dinner (about three weeks ago), Darren and Kathy were five days away from giving birth to their first baby. They decided very early on in their pregnancy that they had had enough of the weird responses. They decided that they would tell no one what his name was going to be, not even their closest friends or their family members. Kathy had said, “We’re not telling anyone until his name is on that birth certificate and it’s too late!”
Tobyjoe and I have had our list narrowed down to about 4 or 5 names for a while now. (Although, only 3 of them are real contenders at this point.) That list hasn’t wavered one bit, which leads us both to believe that our son will eventually end up with one of the names currently on that list. We just don’t share it with anyone anymore. And it’s easier that way. The next time a person hears our son’s name – whatever name it may be – they will either be next to him or staring at an actual photograph, a photograph of a perfect little baby boy.
Besides, the name Ndugu Cleatus Boudreaux doesn’t need anyone’s approval anyway.
Mihow 
Leave a Reply