When we adopted our first four children from the U.S., all of them were young enough that they had no knowledge of what their name had been. Some of them hadn’t even had a name. The Diva had a wonderful nickname that her birth mom still calls her, but she left it up to me to give her a name. I had no trouble choosing.
Then we started adopting children who remembered the name they had been given at birth. The first one we changed, because that child desperately needed a fresh start. Then came the GhanaDuo. They were 8(ish) and 5(ish) at arrival into the States. Both FPD and I had BEGGED and PLEADED with them NOT to change their Christian names from Ghana. They stood firm. They wanted ‘American’ names. Really, I think they wanted new names to go with their new life. We waited an entire year after they came home to re-adopt them in U.S. court, since name changes are done at the same time. They stood firm. They had chosen American names (with our assistance of course) and they wanted to keep them. Giggles was bound and determined to rip away every piece of her past. I forced her to keep her birth mother’s last name as a second middle name, telling her she could keep it or drop it when she got married, but for now, it would stay part of who she is. She agreed, reluctantly. Now I think she’s glad she has it.
When Dolly came, her name came easily. It had special meaning to us, and it looked like her. Mighty’s name is his Chinese name. It converts nicely to an American name (well Gaelic in origin), so since he remembered that was his name, it felt good to keep it. I think we’ve run out of names now though. We were just talking about this as a family, and while we all have about fifty million boys names we all like, we can’t think of one girl’s name.
Are you having a girl? Do you have a girl? The kids would be so interested in hearing the how and why of your child’s name.
–FullPlateMom, who is stumped.