Its just a name

A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. - Shakespeare

Does a name matter? Does it define someone? Does it make a person who they are? Simple answer, no.

Shakespeare got it right. But, let's be honest: a parents first real job is to name their child. They seek out books and Google. They stress over origin and meaning. They'll ask themselves, "do we want a name staying true to our heritage, or will we just go with whatever feels right?"

Here's where it gets tricky, despite the fact that naming a child is purely the job of the parents, everyone will feel as if they have a say; and beware because they will get balls to the wall passionate about it. The name of your child becomes the center of attention, the topic at every dinner... Especially if you ask opinions (DON'T!), your kids name (or current lack their of) basically becomes the mother effin holy grail. Everyone wants in. Everyone wants to have a say, & in the process they forget who exactly is the one pushing this watermelon sized child out of her vajayjay (and actually gets the last say).

With all of that being said Mr G and I have decided on a name. We love it. Baby G actually picked it herself.. Sort of.. By doing flips when we brought the name up. For us the name feels right. The rest of my family hates it. Dilemma? Not really. Because while I value their opinion, I also know their objections are basically invalid. There's one thing about names: they will always have something about them. Weird spellings, bad nicknames, hard pronunciations. Just like everything else in life, there are pros and cons. Nothing is ever completely perfect. Until you attach that name to a tiny human being. Who has no flaws. Pure innocence and... When you say their name for the first time, it is perfect - as if it was made for them.

So maybe Shakespeare wasn't so right. Not that a name makes the person... But that the person makes the name.