My first daughter’s name was going to be Tiffany.
At least, that’s what I had decided at the ripe old age of 6. Tiffany was the most beautiful name I could think of. And, if I had twins, the second one would be Brittany. Sigh.
Boy names? Oh, I wouldn’t be having boys; boys are yucky. But if I had to, they’d probably be named Jason. Just like Jason C., Jason R. and Jason W. in my first grade class.
I, by the way, was Sarah R. Because there was always at least one other Sarah, two or more Jennifers and a Jessica, Erin and Christy or two in each class.
Fast forward to today and though I haven’t had the opportunity yet to name a little girl (having two little boys first!), Tiffany is no longer on the short list.
Ask any parent and you’ll quickly learn, the choosing of their baby’s name is an important, difficult decision.
It’s their baby’s future identity.
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Great post Sarah, I found your blog through a Conversion Diary comment today and have really enjoyed reading it. Especially this post on names- we're expecting our second child in June.
I'll be back to read more. Thanks for writing!