NaBloPoMo Prompt: Do you like your name?
I love hearing the stories behind people's names, and how they feel about their name. Here's my story. Perhaps you will tell yours.
No, I am not named after Carly Simon. My mom would want me to make that point clear. She likes Carly Simon, but that's not who I'm named after.
I am named after no one.
My mom had a few names picked out for me. My parents opted not to know the sex of the baby before I was born. Then, in the last month of pregnancy, my mom randomly stumbled upon the name Carly. She instantly loved it, told it to my dad, and he loved it, too. They had no boys names picked out. My mom was quite the confident pregnant lady, and "just knew" (her words) I was a girl. The second my parents saw me, apparently, I was the perfect Carly.
Growing up, I would not have agreed. I wasn't particularly fond of my name. I felt like it set me apart from the Jennifers and Jessicas of the world, and I desperately wanted to be a Jennifer or Jessica. (Incidentally, I used Jennifer and Jessica as examples because they were the two most popular girls' names in 1981!) I recall actually daydreaming about changing it on a few occasions. The outside world had two opinions about my name. They would either say "What a beautiful name!" or "Are you named after Carly Simon?"
As a kid, I never knew another Carly.
My name is much more common these days. I never get asked anymore if I'm named after Ms. Simon. I guess that's a sign of the times. I would say that I finally grew to love my name after high school. I embraced it for the all of the reasons I hated it while growing up. It set me apart. It was different. It was me.
Today, I appreciate my first name even more now that I married a man with a very common last name. I'm grateful to carry around a little piece of myself in a pool of hundreds of thousands of people that probably share the same last name.
Your turn. Do you like your name? Why or why not?