The name game
20 March 2013
I think that as a parent, it is
rather important to put a lot of thought into selecting a name for your
child. They’re stuck with it for life
after all. It kind of sets both the
scene and the tone for what is to follow.
Perhaps in some small measure at least, it could even determine their
life. I mean, really! If Abraham Lincoln’s name had been Anass
Afadass ( I googled worst names ever and this little gem came up), would anyone
have taken him seriously? Or if our
beloved Derek Watts’ name had been Kim Yoo Suk (a South Korean pole vaulter who
competed in the 2004 Olympics), I just bet Carte Blanche wouldn’t have touched
him with a barge pole. Pole – get it? As in pole vaulter. Ha-ha-ha!
Sorry! I simply could not
resist.
The fact is this – naming your
child in a very weighted responsibility.
So, do it with care.
And if you’re lucky enough to be
blessed with more than one child, I think it is equally important, to take care
that your children’s names sort of match.
You know exactly what I mean.
For instance, you can’t have two
sons and call the one, Jonathan and the other Johannes. At least make sure that both names come from
the same language. It makes logical
sense. Or at least, it does to me.
But, sometimes, this very trend,
is taken too far. And we see this quite
often, when it comes to the naming of twins.
In fact, then things can get ever so slightly tricky. And if those same twins are identical, then
the bizarrity, is able to get exponentially worse.
Quite often, the names are so
similar sounding because they are so very similar. Often, only one letter differentiates
them. There are so many examples. Like Jayden and Kayden. Or Haylee and Kaylee. Jason and Mason. Zain and Cain. Do you really want to spend the rest of your
life calling just one of your kids and have both of them come running, because
their names sound so alike?
Another naming catastrophe, in
most cases, happens when parents use a combination of their names, to create a
whole new name. Or a combination of any
two names for that matter. Now, this is
not always bad. Sometimes, it really
works and it can work quite well. For
instance, an old friend of mine, wanted to name her daughter after both her
mother, Cynthia, and her mother-in-law, Madelein. And hence, she came up with Madicyn. And though, not a conventional spelling of
the name Madison, I really like the sound of it. And the significance is rather special. I’m talking about certain other naming
disasters. Like a guy called Nando, who
married a lady called Charmaine. And
they named their poor daughter, Nache.
True story. And that is just
plain wrong. And just think about it. If Grant and I had indulged in this naming trend, we could have called Amber, Grelene instead. Which just has such a truly horrendous ring to it.
Another dilemma is raised when
you give your child a really quirky and unusual name. These are always such fun. But then, subsequent siblings also have to
have quirky names too. You can’t name
one daughter Tickle for example. And the
next one, Megan. It simply won’t do. Both names are lovely. They really are. They simply don’t match. Or name your one son, Finn (I love, love,
love the name Finn), and the next boy Fred.
Many, many, many moons ago, I
knew a young girl who came from a home where her mother was Italian and her
father was Afrikaans, South African. Her
mother was the sweetest little lady. She
looked like a dead ringer for Sophia from the Golden Girls. You remember Sophia right? The grumpy and feisty old lady, who gave
everyone lip. My friend’s mother was
petite! And no, she wasn’t grumpy or
feisty. She just simply always reminded
me of Sophia. Furthermore, my friend was
very much a “laatlammetjie” and so her mother was already rather advanced in
years, when she was born. Which means
that by the time, I met her, when my friend was in her late teens/early twenties,
her mother was rather ancient in my opinion.
She was so small, that she had to sit on a cushion, whilst driving, so
as to enable her to see over the steering wheel. And due to her height, she absolutely always
grated the gears on her manual car, when she changed gears. Her legs were simply not long enough. Besides which, if she was able to change
gears successful and fully engage her clutch, it would mean that she couldn’t
see over her steering wheel. It was an
either-or situation.
Now this friend of mine’s name is
Graziella. A very, very Italian sounding
name. And Graziella, is one of five
children. And her parents, had a naming
rule in their home. Each parent, took a
turn to name a child. Rather peculiar,
still it seemed to work for them. As in,
you name a child, I name a child, you name a child, etc. And each parent, chose a name, which matched
their culture and their language to a tee.
And hence, Graziella’s siblings are….. Eros, Mafalda. And bringing up the rear? Annatjie and Gertjie. Too funny for words! And I simply love it!
And let’s not forget the Native
American naming tradition. You know the
one. In certain tribes, a child is supposedly
named after the first thing that is seen after the child’s birth, once the
birthing tepee was left. Now this
tradition might have worked in bygone years, when the first thing to be seen
was perhaps “Flowing Water”, or “Running Buck”.
Nowadays, it could lead to naming disasters, once the Hospital theatre
was left. Disasters ike “Linoleum
Floor”, or “Exit Left”.
So, almost-to-be-parents. Take your time. Think this thing through.
Your decision, will last a few
lifetimes at least!
Poor guy! Though chances are the name is perfectly normal in his culture. Just not in ours.
ek dink actually nache is 'n mooi naam...maar NANdo?? wat dan nou van STEERs?
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