Friday, March 9, 2012
Just learned that today is Middle Name Pride Day. Apparently, this is a real thing. It is Wikipedia-official.
Well, blog topics don't come along like a gift from the random-holiday-generator-gods often, so I decided to have at it today.
I suppose the idea behind the holiday is to give those of us who are ashamed of our middle names (you Berthas and Miltons and that one girl in middle school whose name was, I kid you not, Zoila Vaca, i.e. "I am the cow") a day to come out of hiding and say yes to your middle name.
I am not one of those people. I sort of love my middle name. It's Mariam, Hebrew for Maria. I suppose if my mother had wanted to get full on Aramaic on it I would have been Mariammne, which is very cool, too.
Nearly all the girls in the family have a Maria in their name. Partly it's a Catholic thing. Partly, it's in honor of my grandmother, Maria Asela. Lots of Maries and Marias, but I'm the only Mariam (thank you, Mommy!) Penny's middle name is Maris, or the Latin version of Maria. Why not keep the whole ancient-world-naming trend going?
As for the new baby, she's the first since my grandmother to have the Maria front and center--Mary-Blair. Americanized, of course.
We've decided not to give her a middle name. I agree that adding anything else to Mary-Blair Acevedo might be grounds for accusations of child abuse. But still. I LOVE middle names. I may yet cave, and tack on an additional name on the birth certificate. What the hell. She doesn't HAVE to use it if she doesn't want to.
Orlando and his brother don't have middle names, either. I think this is odd. I like to imagine a middle name for my husband. It should have been something dramatic. Telenovela-like. Esteban. Or Marcos. For the record, he is perfectly happy being middle nameless.
What about all of you? Willing to out your middle names today? I'd love to her them. Leave 'em in the comments.
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