Naming Your Baby Can Be a Dramatic Experience, but It’s Also a Joyful One
The problem with naming a baby is that everything – or at least most of all – concerns you.
Who you want the baby to be. Who you are and who you want the world to think you are.
Because of course, you call pretty much blind. Even if you wait until you make a final name decision until you meet the baby, you still can’t really say if this newborn will grow up to be calm or wild, an artist or actuary, a Millicent or a Maverick.
Defining the eternal identity of your unknown child is just one of the extremely important jobs that a baby name is supposed to take on. (Or two names, or even three if you do like royals. But it’s always a lot of pressure for a few words.)
Your child’s name also telegraphs to everyone, from your Instagram followers to your grandmother exactly who you think you are. An appreciator of Jane Austen with deep ties to your Greek family but a contemporary vision of gender identity? A nature lover with the attitude of a rock star? Or, OMG, an unimaginative loser who couldn’t even choose the right thing when it was free.