“I’m pregnant.” I said, in a woo–hoo! kind of way. Rudy smiled that ‘I’m feeling pretty good right now’ smile of his as he wrapped me in his arms, and laughed that gentle laugh of his. That laugh that said so much. “¡Gracias Dios Mio!” he blurted, raising his arms to the heavens.
As the initial excitement began to calm, we realized a very important decision was now in order. “What will we name the baby?” we both questioned in unison.
Fortunately, for the two of us, we knew our children would be given family names. One name from my family, one from Rudy’s. A first name. A middle name. It narrowed down our options, therefore making the process a bit easier.
“If the baby is a boy, how about your name? He could be a junior.” I offered. “No. That’s okay. I’m not sure I like my name enough to pass on.” Rudy stated matter-of-factly.
We pondered the names in our families; the choices: maternal and paternal grandfathers, brothers, and uncles were said aloud. We combined them; one as the first name, another as the middle name, and then switched the order. Nothing felt 100% just right. We moved on to girl names. A just–as–consuming test – which took months, mind you!
“I really want to name her after my mom, using her middle name, Elizabeth.” I said, as I felt my heart soften, thinking about naming my daughter after my sweet, kind-hearted mom. “I like that,” Rudy said. “I was thinking of Victoria, after my grandma. We would visit her a lot when I was a kid. When it was time to leave I would always run out to the tree in the front yard of her house and hug its trunk so hard that my parents had to struggle to pry me away. You see, I didn’t want to leave Grandma Victoria. She made me happy.” I became teary-eyed thinking of little Rudy crying, screaming. This was going to be harder than we thought, we suddenly realized. Rudy also liked his ambitious, intelligent sister Cecilia’s name. I considered my middle name Anne, too. Anne with an e.
This serious do-not-want-to-pick-a-name-that-will-harm-the-future-of-our-child-by-picking-the-wrong-name job produced two candidates. Elizabeth Cecilia and Victoria Anne.
After I had delivered our child, Rudy by my side, and him being overwhelmed by, and amazed with the process of birth, he kissed my puffy – just had a child – face. He had a tear in his eye and quietly whispered “That was amazing! I want to name her Elizabeth Cecilia, after your mom and my sister.” I smiled, lay my head back, and sighed with relief.
Three years later Rudy was in Honduras, with Elizabeth and my niece, a full week before I was to arrive. His sister was getting married. Little did he know that I had a surprise for him. “I’m pregnant!” I cried as I fell into his arms when he greeted me at the arrival gate. Rudy hugged me, Elizabeth hugged me. My niece hugged me. “¡Gracias Dios Mio!” he shouted, as he raised his arms to the heavens.
Again, family names filled our daily thoughts. The name Victoria Anne sat quietly in our minds, waiting for her turn, if we were to have another girl.
“I really admire my dad.” I simply stated. “Yet, in my family all the first boys were named John so I think it’s best to leave it that way.” Rudy, too, admired my dad, and also agreed with my thoughts on why we shouldn’t name a son after him. “Well, my brother Bill meant a lot to me. Before he died in a car accident when he was 19, he always made time for me. Maybe we can use his name, William?” I questioned. Rudy nodded, knowing how much Bill meant to me, having heard my many stories. “I like the name Roberto, after my little brother, and my blue-eyed uncle.” he said, seemingly deep in thought about those he cares for. The name Roberto seemed so foreign to me, like those Spanish intonations just didn’t know how to roll on my OC tongue. I kept those thoughts to myself.
Months later, as I struggled to get off the couch, to answer the phone, my water broke. “My water broke!” I yelled, hoping Rudy was near enough to hear me.
After securing Elizabeth with a downstairs neighbor, Rudy drove me to the hospital to deliver our child. But wait! Seriously, did we forget something?! While Rudy returned home to retrieve the video camera, I began to hyperventilate. Unusual for me, which made the experience worse. I was given, what I seem to remember as a paper lunch bag, but was probably actually an oxygen mask, to help sooth me. Rudy returned as quickly as possible, within minutes, it seemed, of the birth. “Its a boy.” the doctor stated. Rudy hugged me. “So, what is our son’s name?” I asked him. Rudy smiled, that smile that makes him even better looking smile of his. “Roberto William.” Perfectly named. “I love it.” I said with exhaustion. I was willing to work the name into my life, to make it a part of who we had become – an interracial family.
Eight years later, I handed Rudy the home-pregnancy-test-kit wand. He looked at the + sign. He looked at me, wide-eyed. “¡Gracias Dios Mio!” he gleefully cheered, once again sending his arms up toward the heavens.
Naming our last, and final, child now included the involvement of Elizabeth and Roberto. When I went in for a check up and the nurse asked if we’d like to know the sex of the child, before we could even consider our options, the kids – didn’t scream, but were pretty darn close to scaring the other patients – said, “Yes! Please Mom and Dad?” Rudy and I looked at each other, smiled and gave the OK nod and a thumbs up. “It’s a boy!” the nurse happily told Elizabeth and Roberto.
“Bradford.” I said. “Let’s name him Bradford in honor of our marriage. Named after the place where we were married. Let’s have his first name be a surname, like Palmer, on All My Children.” Huh? Rudy’s expression wondered. “Bradford? It sounds like Buford. Like an overbearing rich guy,” he sneered. I laughed. I was really keen on the idea, even though it diverted away from our family names. I figured I had some months to get Rudy used to the idea. “I think Ramon would be good. It was my brother Scott’s middle name. Remember how, a month or so before he died, he shook your hand? A gesture that said ‘I like you. I can see you care for my sister. Sorry if I was ever rude….’. I think to honor his memory would be great. It was also my paternal grandfather’s name. Double great.” Rudy listened, really took to heart in what I was saying. “I want to use my middle name, Antonio, too,” he confirmed. “Well, I have, also, always wanted to give a child of mine two middle names, just as my parents did with my older brother Jim,” I added.
We spent months bouncing names around, listened to the input of our soon-to-be big sister and big brother children.
When our third child was born, our son, we named him Bradford Ramon Antonio.
All three children’s names warm my soul when I say the names out loud, or if I hear them as they float into one ear and gently, quietly, climb out the other.
Anne! With an “e”!!!
Anne of Green Gables is quite possibly my most favorite literary character. Not even quite possibly. Anne IS my favorite. While I’m sorry you never named a child “Anne” (with an “e”), I love this story so much. Elizabeth, by the way, is a most lovely name (it’s my middle name…I’m in a long line of Elizabeths myself).
I love the name Anne as well, …. maybe one of my kids will follow suit and name a child after me. 🙂 Ah, the name Elizabeth is heartwarming… i will never regret her chosen name. Plus, it suits her well, as she is very sweet, yet determined and regal.
Such a warm and lovely story about names . When I read your stories it seems as if I am listening to you talking about it ! Eduardo , my 9 yr old son is called after my husband . He only has one name . Eduardo , didnt want to name him after him ! But i did ! I think its such an elegant kind of KING name ! Camila …my almost 4 yr old girl was a miracle in our life .. After having to deal with a miscarriage that broke my heart (.. And kept me mourning for almost a year. )I saw a tv program in which somebody was talking about names . And “CAMILA “came up saying it meant ” a gift from God” . I did not hesitate a bit ! Even if my little gift was still not born .. The three of us Eduardo , Edu and I now know for sure her name is just perfect ! She is our god sent gift ! She completly turned our life around .. Giving us her ” romero ” smile ( big one ! Just like uncle rudys) ..talking, talking and talking and surprising us everysingle day with everything that goes on in that tiny brain of hers ! So thats is the story of my kids names .. Wanted to share .
A big kiss for all of you !
hi cynthia. great names and what wonderful name for camila.. so fitting. ah, the romero smile, so infectious! thank you for sharing! XO
i LOVE THAT STORY!! My name is Cecilia. I like it a lot because I think it is extremely unique, and rare. My parents named me Cecilia because they watched a movie, and there was a girl, named Cecilia, and she was called an angel of music. It also means blind in Latin. I think I’m also named after St. Cecilia. Well, again, I love that beautiful story,. Is it true?
Thanks, Cecilia! I like that the girl in the movie was named Cecilia – an angel of music – I will have to tell my daughter about that. And I did not know that it meant blind in Latin… Thank you for sharing. The story is very true…. glad you enjoyed it, Cecilia! (My sister-in-law, Cecilia, is also called Cecy, for short…)
Heartwarming. Someday I’ll write an essay about how Hubby and I named our kids and how I. Got my mispronounced moniker. It wonT be heartwarming. More funny.
i am always interesting in how one’s name comes about…. please share. 🙂
I think that was an amazingly loving and thoughtful way to choose names. I named our children with a small amount of input from their father, months or even years before they were conceived. Once they were real growing humans inside of me, the naming was no longer for me alone. Their dad had a good deal of input and veto power! LOL. Our son, John, was 4 days old before we knew his name. He was called many variations of his name for many years until finally in elementary school around the 4th grade, I stopped using anything other than his preferred moniker, simply John.
JJ was the most used at first, then came Jake, then Johnny. Those were the family names used for the first 9 years or so of his life. We called him Little John ( to differentiate from his dad, John) but he far outgrew his dad and that handle didn’t fit him once he entered high school and was dropped.
Hi Jo. John is a good, solid name….. Elizabeth, she’s called liz or lizzy… roberto is just that – he doesn’t like his name any other way – oh, wait.. some people do call him berto, and bradford is brad….