Pretty soon after we found out we were having a boy, Ryan and I started talking about baby names. How hard could that be, right?
Famous last words… It seems that every person has a different criteria for choosing a name they like. For Ryan, it was all about how the name sounded (i.e. not wimpy) and how it was spelled. For me, it was about the association I had with the name and if it could be turned into some sort of horrible nickname when our child was around other kids. (I even did the “banana-fana-fo” test to see if the name could be turned into a curse word by accident. After teaching middle school, I know what warped little minds can come up with).
Ryan shared a few of his name ideas and was unfortunately met with either “I don’t like that name” or “I knew a kid named that who was a chronic nose picker”, so he turned the table over to me. Now you know us girls, we’ve had a mental list of baby names in our head since we played with baby dolls, so I turned to the list I’d made in my phone. From a list of about ten names, only one got a maybe, but Ryan didn’t seem sold.
We put our conversation on hold, and I quickly hit up my best friend, Holly and my family for name ideas. They had a ton of great ideas, but I was hesitant to approach Ryan again because he’d already vetoed some of those names already. I messaged him a few suggestions.
Then I got text back that said, “I think we should go with Finn. For the simple fact that it would be awesome to teach him to say ‘I’m your Huckleberry’.” (If you got that movie reference, you and Ryan should totally hang out).
Finn was the only maybe from my list the day before, so I was surprised when he picked that name. In fact, I thought he might be joking, so here’s the text I sent back: “Do we need to spit-shake on it, or is it settled?”
He told me a spit-shake wouldn’t be necessary. Then came the next task…a middle name, and it had to sound right with Finn. I suggested a few combinations (primarily from other names I liked but that Ryan had vetoed from the first name list)…Finn Elias, Finn Josiah, Finn Henry. And then because I know how close Ryan is with his grandpa, I suggested Finn Calvin. Ding! Ding! Ding! We had a winner!
We both wanted the name to mean something special, so it seemed a perfect choice to name our first son after the man whom Ryan looks up to and admires so much.
I should also mention that Grandpa is a published poet and writes a poem for each momentous occasion in the family’s lives, including each grandchild or great-grandchild’s birth. He was thrilled when Ryan called to tell him the baby’s name so he could start working on a poem for the little guy.
We didn’t originally plan to reveal the name until the baby’s birth because so often people will tell you their opinion of the name, without provocation I might add, and ruin it for you. I know they think they’re being helpful, but c’mon people! Didn’t your mother tell you that if you can’t say something nice about someone, don’t say anything at all? Especially when it comes to what people want to name their baby.
Anyway, we decided to be strong and not let people’s opinions affect our decision, but if you don’t like the name, please don’t ever tell me. 🙂
How about you mothers out there? Did you have a hard time naming your baby? Did anyone try to dissuade you from naming your child a certain name and you named them that anyway?