And so we do. We gave him one of the most normal names in the world. Nothing cutesy, nothing "unusual" -- though I have to say I haven't met too many baby Marks lately -- and nothing that will sound foolish on him when he's older.
(And I must say that "other" family members have done all right, too, on that note. Our niece Abby might know a few other Abbies in her day, but it's a fine and pretty name. And Jonathan, nothing wrong with that name, either. Except that they forgot the silent "Q".)
Why must ramble once again on the subject of baby names? Today's online newspaper from the City of Firsts:
S-----, Ryan S. and H--------, Amanda R., Kokomo, a girl, Heaven Lee, 7 pounds 9 ounces at 7:05 p.m. Thursday, March 10, 2005.
"Heaven", aside from being the lovely place at the end of our days, is a name that generally reminds me of stringy, unkempt hair, missing teeth, homes that, er, can be moved and are a danger in a tornado, and NASCAR. And there is no child named "Heaven" without the required middle name, "Lee." I'm sorry, that's just cruel. No one should be named something that is already a word or phrase. (I guess I broke that rule with Mark, but at least that's a NAME.) I mean, come on, make the elementary school classmates work for the name-related insults. Sure, we all got tired of "Vincent Price" and such clever name-connections as youngsters, but at least those were concoctions, not actually our names. You know your kid is going to get poked fun of for something; do you have to make it obvious?
And this goes for all those #*% celebrities and their Apples and Cocos and all that too. I guess being rich exempts you from being made fun of? For their sakes, I hope so.
I'm going to call mine Mark.