Oh! no! we never mention her, Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word. (Thomas Haynes Bayly, Melodies of Various Nations)
It has recently come to my attention that at one point in your teenage years, you believed your parents gave you the weirdest name ever.
This broke my heart, because…well, because I thought you were being raised with the knowledge of where your name came from and how it came to be. Indeed, not knowing the origins of your particular name would leave most people thinking the same thing: weird.
See, the truth of the matter is this: Your name, the name on your amended birth certificate, is not the name I gave you at birth. The name on your amended birth certificate, the name your adoptive parents entered into the records, is actually a derivative of my first and middle names.
My middle name was passed down to me from my grandmother. When you were born, it was passed down to you as your middle name. Everyone started calling you a shortened version of it, a nickname of sorts. Granted, the nickname is a totally made up name but if you know it is derived from a (quite lovely) middle name, it would make all kinds of sense and immediately cease to be weird.
So when your parents adopted you, they (gratefully) continued to call you the nickname you had known your whole little 9-month old life. They also gave you my first name as your middle name, complete with its unusual spelling. For some reason, I thought you were being raised with knowing the origins of your name. I mean, why would they keep your nick name as it is and then give you my first name as your middle name if they were not planning on doing exactly that?
At any rate, I decided at church the other day I was going to change my FB profile to show my middle name as opposed to my maiden name. I don’t know if you look at my FB page or not, but my hope is if you do, you will understand your name is not at all weird. It is actually part of a lovely name passed down to you from your great-grandmother.