I have a secret to confess–I think about baby names often. I’m not even pregnant, but every time I hear a name called out I imagine it as my child’s. I can’t help but think of names for my future children. Most of the ones I had picked out in high school are either a) already taken by someone we know b) have become overly popular c) we have met new couples and their child has the name I liked or d) hubby doesn’t approve. So it’s back to the drawing board.
Even tonight I asked Seth what he thought about a new name I heard. And of course he didn’t approve. It wasn’t even a “different” name, just something that he didn’t care for. We very rarely agree on names, although he picked out Rylie’s name and I happened to like it. A little different, but not strange, not in the top 10 for baby names and I liked the flow it has. We don’t have any specific reason for her name other than the fact that we both liked it. She does have her Great Grandma and Aunt Kristin’s middle name, Mae. Rylie Mae. I love the ring it has.
As I meet more moms, I meet more little girls with the name Rylie all with varied spellings. I thought I was being original, but I guess not. I just hope she is not 1 of 10 Rylie’s in her class. I loved my name growing up and how I didn’t know a single other kid named “Torie”. I knew a couple of “Victoria’s” but I never met a “Torie”. (By the way my real name is Victoria, but I’ve always been called Torie. I think it suits my personality more than Victoria.)
So I continue to secretly listen to other children’s names, search online and try to come up with my new top list. I only hope that my children will love their names as much as I have loved mine and don’t run to the court house to change it.