When I was six or seven, my granny gave me my very first Barbie doll. She had two-tone hair, and a gorgeous chiffon ball gown in a rainbow of pastels. I named her Eleanor Elizabeth. This is my first remembered act of naming.
Since then I have named any number of my own dolls and stuffed animals, as well as those belonging to others. The names range from ones based on appearance (white bear named Whitey and a scruffy looking dog named Scruffy) to ones based on my current interests at the time (a Barbie named Juliette Magill after Juliette Lowe and a stuffed whale named Walter after Walt Disney). I cannot say that my naming tastes have always been of the high brow sort. Let’s face it, we are each influenced by the names of our peers and those that come into use during our formative years. I have very cute twin Cabbage Patch kids named Debra Star and Satin Dawn as I thought Satin and Star would be ever so cute as twin names. I have evolved.
When I was considering single motherhood almost four and a half years ago, I discovered Babycenter and the girls naming board. Who knew that there were so many others out there who kept copious lists of names and name combinations? It was nirvana for my inner name nerd. Here I could share my thoughts, lists, and endless ponderings without having eyes rolled at me. And when my journey to motherhood became reality rather than research, my friends in a box affirmed my choices and supported me emotionally through the journey.
My personal penchant is for family names be they common names (Elizabeth), last names (Clark) or old lady chic/geek sheik (Judith & Rupert) combined with Celtic names. When assisting others in choices, I start with family names or people that are close that they might want to honor. When naming my son, I ended up giving him the Irish form of my father’s name. This tickles my father to no end, and as he grows will give my son a connection to his past. My hope is that connections like that can be grown in other families as well.
