Whatchu call it

I was talking to expectant parents today. They had not decided on a name for their new baby boy. Mom was eight and half months along.

Wow. Cutting it kind of close, I was thinking.

They made some jokes about silly names like Ichabod and Reynold (not that there is anything slightly wrong with those names) and then Dad said he would wait till the boy popped out and name him on the DL while Mom was still comatose.


Mom didn't like the idea for more than one reason. But then she told how her Dad named her slightly on the DL. And that she had escaped the name Samantha, her Mom's choice. I like that name, but I guess she did not. Then she said something curious.

"My whole life would of been different. I would of been a completely different person."

I realize that in the most basic sense, she would of in fact been a different person, by a different name. But would a name change really have had that much effect? I guess, when you think really hard about every single decision we make every day, even the ones we don't ourselves make, that effect our life, it can get rather dizzy.

Crazy. And think. I might not have been born Sadie. Where would we be now?