What’s in a name?
Nothing and Everything.
Naming our son was more difficult than I anticipated. Neither of us had boy names in mind that just had to be used when we found out we were expecting our first child. We knew we wanted our son to have a name that wasn’t overly popular (somewhere outside of the top 25 at least within the last several years) but wasn’t outlandish either and we wanted some part beyond his last name to have some significance. We tossed names around for weeks, family names, more unique names, names that were popular in the early 1900’s, even before we knew the gender and nothing really stuck for a boy. We had decided if we had a girl, her middle name would be Aaron’s first name (Erin) and if we had a boy, he would share Aaron’s middle name (Ray). That was pretty simple. Once we found out we were having a boy, Aaron found a few names he really liked that I didn’t care for and vice versa.
When we had a few potentials in mind the nicknames came out. If we put all of this effort into picking a name we (and when I say we I really mean I here) wanted to make sure we were aware of any name related nicknames we would be subjecting our son too as well. Crazy first time parents, I know.
Then we ran the risk of sharing potential name ideas with others. No matter how hard sweet people try, I’ve learned it’s really hard to hide when you don’t like a name. It was kind of funny actually, some people would sound like they liked a name but their face would give them away. Others would have a look as if they liked it but then their tone was more skeptical. Others would just flat out say they didn’t care for the name, wanted to know how to spell it, or said that it was an “interesting” choice. I never really took any of it to heart because I wasn’t particularly attached to any of the potential names we had shared at this point either.
One day, almost out of nowhere, we started calling him by a name that we had each suggested on separate occasions and it stuck. We shared it cautiously with close family, a few co-workers and close friends and it was warmly received by all. Even if it hadn’t been warmly received I don’t think that would have made a difference because we like it and he is our son after all.
So,
E is for Evan.






