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Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Peace, Sage, and Tico

"Peace" would make a lovely name but if I ever have a baby that can't be an option, because whenever I need to talk to my husband in private it would be way too tempting be say "Peace, out."

So far my favourite girl names are still Sage, Viola, or Reverie (if we're going with a made-up one), and Jeremiah, Nico or Tico for a boy.

There's a story behind my favourite name for a boy. It goes back when I was working as a retail fundraiser for Plan International (ah the good old days... and that's Plan International as in the Because I Am a Girl project, not Planned Parenthood). In the first mall  the courier who came to pick up the forms every day was super friendly. We share common background and he would take a moment out of his busy day to chat about back home sometimes. His was named Tico. Or so I thought.

His name is actually Tito, but I didn't realize that for about a year. In that time I developed a case of baby fever (shockingly) and kept going back to the name "Tico". I thought it would be a nice, unique-sounding name for our area, but then a friend explained that he had taken on an Americanized version of his first name upon moving to Canada, as boys are often bullied for having names that stand out.

A unique name is far from anything to be ashamed of and I'd want my children to be more than okay with standing out as different, but a name will follow that child every year in school and presuming that he chooses to take on his mom's spiritual as his own, he will already have quite a bit of that to contend with. One meaning of Tico is "little boy", so I figured "Nico" was a nice alternative depending on where we live.

(As for the name "Sage", I may have to act quickly because my older cousin Dan said that he's going to name his daughter that so it's a race to see who has a daughter first at this point.)

Of course, none of this is certain. I may stick with five-year-old-Melody's plan to adopt as a single parent (but not a girl from China anymore, as they are now facing the issue of not having enough women) and make this decision on my own, but I'd definitely be prepared so choose something different if I were married and hubby wasn't a fan of that name.

Nevertheless, it's fun to think about sometimes.

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