My brother mentioned over lunch the other day that friends of ours had named their newborn son Garrett*. When he asked the parents what the meaning of the name meant, the family replied that they had no idea. My brother was flabbergasted, this was unfathomable to him.
How could you name a child and not know the meaning of the name?
My brother, being my brother, went home and looked up the meaning. I suppose he can sleep better now.
What he had failed to take into consideration was that this family had just had their fourth boy. I, however, get this, having had four same gender children of my own. Once you have had child after child of the same gender, the whole name thing kind of loses a little of its momentum.
My brother had a boy. Then a girl. Then another girl. Then he was done. Of course the whole name thing still had meaning.
By my fourth girl I was pretty much over the whole naming thing. Sure, the first name was still pretty important and I did take into account the meaning, “rock,” and wondered if it was too heavy of a name to give a baby girl – it wasn’t. She totally carries it. But when it came to the middle name – I was done. D.O.N.E. I told my husband and other three children: Pick a name, any name. Free reign. Your choice. Mommy’s out of ideas. Whatever you choose is cool with me.
And it was.
Do baby name meanings matter?
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