Cait was doing her homework at the kitchen table while I was getting dinner ready.
Out of nowhere, she started, “Mom, Shanley is a funny name. It’s kind of hard and soft sounding at the same time. And I always have to spell it because no one ever gets it right.”
“I don’t even wait for people to ask me to spell it anymore, I just automatically do now,” I said in agreement.
“And I always end up toward the back of all the lines at school.”
“Yeah, I did too,” I commiserated (though my maiden name fell in the 2nd half of the alphabet, it was mercifully common enough that I never had to spell it).
“What do you think about ‘Dawnly’?” Cait continued.
“Dawnly?!” I said, wondering where Cait was going with this..
“Yeah, then I’d be at the front of the line instead of the back.”
“That’s too hard to say. What about ‘Dudley’?” I offered.
“No. Then the kids at school would call me ‘Dumbly’.”
Andrew finally chimed in, “Why not Anderson, then, if you want to be at the front of the line?”
Just like a guy to cut to the chase and end the fun of coming up with new names…
So, dear reader, have you ever wished you had a different name? What did you pick?