Apparently, it’s grandparent week here at Outlaw Mama. In case you missed yesterday’s riveting portrait of my connection to my grandfather through an almost-shared hernia, click here. Continuing on that theme, today I am thinking about baby names. Specifically, I always pictured myself having babies named after my grandparents. Little Virginia, Lucile, John and Joseph– they were supposed to be in the mix. Small problem: I am done having babies and neither of the ones I already gave birth to have those names.
I didn’t think I cared. Then I saw a little girl at the park named Virginia. That sparked a flame of regret about the baby names that will never be.
And I remember suggesting Virginia as a name for Sadie. It was in the mix for a while, though we abandoned it around 30 weeks into the pregnancy. We arrived at the hospital with our two finalists: April and Sadie.
As for Simon, I can’t say that either of my grandfather’s names were really in the running. He does have my maternal grandparents’ last name as his middle name, but that’s not quite the same.
Since the womb is closed, I have started looking around for things I can name. Things that are precious enough to name after my grandparents, even though “things” are not flesh and blood.
Here are my contenders for things to name after my grandparents:
- Mini Van: My first fancy car was named “Sadie,” so why not name the mini van after one of my favorite forebears? Our Odyssey is gray, sleek and hearty. She’s just like my Texan-born grandmother, Virginia. Also, she get shiz done, just like Virginia. “Kids, get in the Virginia! We are late for school!”
- Our House: Ok, it’s not a ranch or a manse, but it’s a house and I think it deserves a name. It’s compact, sturdy, and pretty tall. Just like my paternal grandfather, Joseph Thomas. If you hear “we are headed back to Joseph Thomas after the game,” just know we are going home.
- Kitchen Aid mixer: It’s going to last forever right? Why not give it a name? It sits on the counter, all shiny and red– it deserves a proper name. We shall call in John. It might get a little confusing since some people use “john” to refer other fixtures in the house, but if I tell you that I made pasta dough in the John, just know I’m talking about the one on the counter, not the one in the bathroom. (Plus, the odds of me ever making homemade pasta dough are roughly zero.)
- Baby Doll: Do you know my precious baby doll, Blue Baby? Maybe it’s time to give her a name. Out of respect for all parties, I will not give her the name of the grandmother who tried to murder her in the burning can, but she can have my other grandmother’s name. Lucile. Everyone wins.
Did you give your children (or your household items) your grandparents’ names? How’d that work out for you?