Who knew so many parents regret what they called their child?
It’s the most important gift you can give your new baby. An identity, a name that will define them throughout their life.
But just because it is so important, it is also incredibly overwhelming.
I am embarrassed to admit that I found my oldest son’s name on a list in a trashy magazine of “hot” names. I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it and thus there he was. Jasper.
Our third kinda named herself. Emme was always our choice for a girl so when she came along her name was ready to go. But with my middle child it was my partner’s turn. It was dangerous territory but I trusted him.
After eight months of vetos and cross checks, of rejections and sorta-okay suggestions he had narrowed down the field to three. No Bran, Sandor and Khaleesi in sight.
But the three names weren’t… well, they just weren’t my choice.
Our son was born, a 2.8 kilo mop of thick black hair with a pair of tightly clenched little fists that grabbed my finger, and never let go.
And Odin he was.