A week ago I sent a note to friends and family about this blog. Within 48 hours of each other, two people e-mailed polar opposite reactions. Oddly enough, considering this whole thing is about names, they share one. Since neither chose to comment publicly, I’ll preserve their privacy with a pseudonym of Kelly.
Kelly No. 1 said while it was “commendable” that I wanted to honor my father’s name, “I think it will be very confusing for your kids the way you have named them. Why not both of them be Noga (middle) and Henderson (last).”
Kelly No. 2 wrote from Italy, where apparently women cannot take their husband’s names. She’s also coming up on her 25th high school reunion and is “baffled” that all her former classmates who married have abandoned their own names: “When I saw that you’d given you daughter your last name, I was thrilled. You and Mike have made a wise decision. People will adjust. And I hope you’ve started a new trend.”
Obviously, I’m with Kelly No. 2. But Kelly No. 1’s “confusing” comment deserves to be addressed. It’s not the first time I’ve heard it. And I have multiple reactions.
- First, I think it reinforces my point that matrilineage needs intentional support. No one suggested our son might be confused because he and I had different last names. So why should our daughter be confused because hers and her dad’s are different? My husband has not shared a name with his mother for 30 years, since her remarriage. “I’m not confused about who my mom is,” he says.
- Second, I think it’s wrong, since our kids will be raised with this as the norm. Yes, it’s different, but I don’t believe that’s confusing.
- Third, the way things work now, opposite-sex siblings can expect to have different names, usually when the girl gets married. We’re just ahead of the game.
But I could be wrong. Maybe they will be confused. To that I say this: It’s still worth it. Choosing something meaningful is more important than going with convention because it’s easy and convenient. That’s a lesson we’ll make crystal clear.