Isn't it funny how names are smartly removed from conversation whenever you chance upon an old friend. And for the next 5 minutes, you wonder who the hell it is you are talking to, all the while trying to avoid asking the question "Er, sorry ah... What's your name hah?"A name is more than something that we simply respond to, it reflects our personality, and for some strange reason, even manages to define us. So despite how terrible, old fashioned, boring, funny, weird sounding you might think your name is... Face it, I bet you can't imagine yourself being called anything else, right? Trust me. My sis is called Gidgetelena and her friends think that I am the one with the funny name. Go figure.
Yet, despite knowing that everyone eventually settles into their given name, I would like to think that my son would one day thank me for giving him a name that was unique, representative and just plain cool.
Over the past few months, friends and family have been offering an onslaught of baby boy names. Ranging from the corny... to the fantasy-que... to the new age hip... to colours... to lost ancient scripture even... While all the time, I was holding on to the name which I always thought I would call my first born son. Kainan. It's a long story that you can read up in my earlier post.
So blame it on constant mispronunciations, sounds-like-jokes, or whatever, I concede defeat and it's time for an alternative name. Maybe it's the nerves of writing something in stone, maybe it's the fear of my kid's possible embarassment, maybe Sheila should name him instead, maybe I have better luck in naming pets, maybe...
Tristan.
Enjoy your new name kiddo. That's gonna be it! Or at least until the next name panic comes. :P Luv, Dad.
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