Robin writes:
Oh Swistle, help!
My sister and I are both a little perturbed at the name my brother and sister-in-law have chosen for their first boy. They have a little girl already, named Cora Evelyn, which I *LOVE*. Cora is a family name (paternal great-grandmother), and I think Evelyn is just so beautiful. The name they have chosen for their boy is Kevin Christopher. Nice, solid name, if a little too much “our generation” for the first name. They are honoring two good friends named Kevin with the first name, and my sister-in-law’s brother with the middle name. All good. Our issue lies with the fact that my brother is named after our paternal grandfather, and that he is the only one carrying on our very uncommon family name.
Both my sister and I had really hoped that he would name his first boy after himself/our grandfather (making the boy a trey), or after my father, to carry on the family name tradition. We understand, OF COURSE, that it’s not our baby to name, but we both can’t help feeling quite disappointed with their name choice. I mean, c’mon, you’re naming the baby after a friend, when you have a wonderful father or grandfather that you could honor? Our family is VERY close, and my sister-in-law is estranged from her own father, so I don’t see any snubbing issues that could arise from naming the child after a male on our side of the family.
Ok, so not really a baby-naming question. But do you have any suggestions for how to get over our disappointment?
Oh, this is a rough situation, and I loved you dearly for having such a firm grip on what the situation IS: the disappointment in a baby’s name.
And yet, your clarification of the issue also makes it tougher for me to answer. If I could lecture you sternly on everyone getting to name their own babies, about family traditions being nice but not obligatory, etc. etc. etc., I’d have a whole post right there. But because you go straight to the heart of the matter and ask how to get over the disappointment, I’m left stammering. I know what you mean! and I don’t know what to tell you. And I don’t know what I’d do if I were you.
It’s nice that you have your sister to vent to about it. The two of you can say, “Oh, it would have been SO PERFECT!” a few times, knowing you can’t say it to your brother. After that, I suggest a regimen of every time the subject comes up between you, brushing your hands briskly and saying to each other, “Well. The baby is already named.” Then swig back a shot (liquor, melted chocolate, whatever helps) and say, “To Kevin!” Repeat until the disappointment is numbed.
Pretty useless advice, I realize. Perhaps some of us have had experience with this situation and can chime in. What DO you do? What DO you do, if you’re disappointed by the chosen name? How do you, as Robin puts her finger right on it, “get over the disappointment”?