I was at a birthday party recently for a friend’s son and there were a few pregnant women there.
Besides the usual topics of discussion like how they were glowing (they really were!) and how these pregnancies compared to their other ones (they are both on their second children), people wanted to know what they were naming their babies.
Both said they had chosen the names, but that they wouldn’t be sharing them until their babies are born.
A few people were surprised by this, but I can’t say I blamed these moms-to-be. I think anyone who has ever been pregnant can attest to the fact that revealing the name of your unborn baby can get a pretty strong reaction from many people.
A name… the first gift you give to your child. And one of the only gifts (beyond love, of course) that will last a lifetime.
When I was pregnant with my 4th son, I sometimes dreaded telling people the names we were thinking for him because, well, sometimes it just welcomed other people’s unwelcomed opinions.
It always surprised me that people had no problem telling us that they didn’t like certain names.
When my husband and I first found out we were having another boy, our first reaction was “What are we going to name him!?”
Our first son William was named after my maternal grandfather.
We chose our second son Alexander’s name because we both just loved it. And we chose his middle name, Dimitri, after our dear and beloved friend who was, sadly, killed in action in Iraq.
My husband always loved the name Benjamin, so that was an easy choice for our third son.
But it took a little longer to come up with a name for our fourth son that both of us loved… and one that could stand strong against his brothers’ names.
I have always loved to look at the meanings of names. And I have always loved names that are timeless and full of history.
Some of the names we considered for our fourth:
- Oliver (this one got the most criticism, which kind of shocked me)
- Matthew (my husband thought on boy #4 he might want a Junior!)
- Nathaniel (my husband was in a cab in NYC, and his driver was named Nathaniel James… all of a sudden, he loved the name!)
- James (after my Ob/Gyn from NYC, whom we just loved)
- Andrew (but this is the name of one of my nephews, and we wanted him to have that special name)
We ended up naming our fourth son Henry. My husband and I both loved the name, and felt it was unique but timeless, just like his brothers’ names.
And Henry, who just turned 3 years old last week, is such a “Henry!” The name really just fits him perfectly.
Now, if we were to ever have a 5th child who happened to be a girl, we’ve always had one name and one name only for a girl… so she would be easy to name!