What's in a name
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Perhaps, perhaps Romeo would be just as perfect if he were called Frederick or Billy or Michael or James, but do you think Romeo’s parents would be as happy? I don’t.
Naming a kid is a huge responsibility. The amount of sleep I lost in the lead up to Mila’s birth over what we would call her was ridiculous. If you had visited my house in the weeks leading up to her birth, and snuck around into my backyard you’d have seen the concrete plastered with chalk writings of potential names. But I think Mila Winter is perfect, and I’m glad the rain washed away all the others.
Turns out though not as many people as I had guessed have heard of that name. And I’ve learnt that unless you give your kid a name like Sarah or Jessica or Amy or Hannah (all beautiful names), people generally have some opinion they feel compelled to share. Mostly ‘that’s unusual’.
In Mila’s case however people also struggled to say it to correctly, granted from a phonics point of view it’s non-compliant, which left me in an awkward position. Do I keep correcting people or do I ignore it? What would you do?
Thank the Lord in heaven for social media and it’s completely non-confrontational-mass-approach to addressing awkward situations. My sister suggested I post something like this after she heard two people discussing the pronunciation (both were wrong), and so I did. And people still get it wrong.
Sorry Mila my darling, maybe when you’re older you can pick a nickname.