What was I thinking when I named my child? I had always loved the name Jack, not as a nickname, but as a stand-alone. To me it connoted strength, confidence, simplicity, and a gentle, easy way of navigating the world. A solid name, for sure. Common, as well, but I didn’t have any particular issues with the commonality of one’s name. My own name is Sarah, which is about as common as a name gets. I never minded being one of four Sara(h)s in grade school, though I was always irritatingly insistent about the inclusion of my name’s final consonant. (And really, let’s be honest. Doesn’t Sara look rather incomplete and flighty?)
What I so completely failed to consider about the name Jack is that everything under the sun rhymes with it. Even the ever so frequently uttered sentence, “Hi, Jack!” will make you giggle if you ponder it for enough time. (Hint: avoid saying these two words in this precise sequence if you are on an airplane.) And you’re no doubt familiar with what parents often shriek when attempting to corral a wayward toddler: “Come back, Jack!” That sentence practically invites smirks over for coffee.
How about the following sentences?
- “You don’t know jack.”
“Jack, don’t forget your backpack!”
So far, the myriad possibilities for plays on his name don’t seem to bother Jack. In fact, if he gets the double-entendre at all, he finds it vastly amusing. But what will bother him someday, I suspect, is a second mistake I made when naming him. His middle name begins with an “A” - his last name, with a “P.” So his initials are JAP. Yep. Pregnancy hormones must have caused me to experience (thankfully temporary) brain damage.
Do you have any regrets about the names you’ve given your children?
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