(As I type this I’m just now realizing how strange that sounds, since I had no interest in becoming a teen mom.)
(I’d seen enough after school specials.)
(Starring a very young Rob Lowe and that girl from Diff’rent Strokes.)
There I was, in braces and a training bra, naming the babies whose diapers I wouldn’t have a clue how to change if they were to magically materialize from the pages of my Trapper Keeper.
As I got older I continued to think about what I’d name my kids, and by the time I was trying to conceive actual babies I’d made up my mind: Reed for a boy. Margo for a girl. There were a couple of hiccups in my plan, though. There was the small matter of my husband, for instance. As it turns out, he had opinions of his own.
(Why didn’t anyone ever bother to tell me that the father gets a vote? Geeze.)
Anyway, the other issue I hadn’t considered is that sometimes certain baby names sound perfect…until the baby is born. My daughter Molly was almost a Margo because try as we might we just couldn’t imagine the little face from the ultrasound picture being a Margo.
And so it was that Reed and Margo became my “almost” children.
I was recently discussing this with some girlfriends. So many of them, too, had children whose names were “almost” something else. Some, like me, had planned their children’s names far in advance and ended up changing them because their spouses exercised veto power.
Some just didn’t feel that the names they’d picked out in advance really fit, and still others had different reasons for changing their baby’s name at the last minute.
Here are their stories. Share your own in the comments!
Mary Lauren Weimer is a social worker turned mother turned writer. Her blog, My 3 Little Birds, encourages moms to put down the baby books for a moment and tell their own stories. Connect with her on Facebook and Twitter.