A lot of thought goes into names, you know. I think of the time we spent choosing names for the boys before they were born. I think of the names we had chosen if we had had a little girl. I even think of the time I spent thinking of the perfect name for my stuffies when I was a little girl. Big decisions because once a name is chosen, it so rarely is changed.
My name has always been my name. I can't imagine having any other name. When Mike and I were married almost 14 years (!) ago, I chose not to change my surname for several reasons. First, I am a feminist. Not the man-hating type. The type who believes in equal rights for both sexes. I simply did not understand why I should have to change my last name. Mike agreed. Phew or that would not have been a good way to start off "happily ever after." Secondly, I hate paperwork. Do you know how many forms I would have had to fill out for something I didn't want to do in the first place? I neatly sidestepped that little pile of bureaucracy. (I had no idea that I couldn't spell "bureaucracy" until this very moment.) And thirdly. Well, the third reason is the sentimental reason. My birth father has not been a part of my life since I was 18 months old. Aside from my height and my freckles, my surname is kind of the only thing he gave me. So there you go. Why i still have the name I was born with it.
A lot of thought also went into choosing a name (On a Branch) for my soaps. There have been times when I have regretted the name, most often when I compare myself (shameful thing to do by the way) to other soap companies whose cute, perky names bounce and roll off your tongue. (Can something bounce and roll at the same time?) Then I remember the moment when the name came to me. I happened to look out the window and saw a sparrow perched in a tree and realized, as the wind blew, how tenuous his grasp seemed to me and yet, there he sat. Rooted firmly but ready to fly at any moment. It was how I felt at that moment. i think it is how I feel most days.