Week 3 (Jan. 18-24): Namesake
Unlike ‘ancient’ times I don’t think most people name their first born son after their father who was named after his father these days. We certainly didn’t. But we did kind of ‘accidentally’ ended up using namesakes of sorts!
When my husband, John, and I found out I was pregnant for the first time it was straight to a baby book to look up names. We didn’t even consider using a ‘family’ name. Maybe if I had been studying my family history I might have thought about it but quite by accident we ended up using our two children’s middle names in memory of someone who had recently passed before both births.
Right from the start we had a girls name picked out. We had a lot of trouble finding a boys name that we both liked, so of course my first born was a boy.
I was determined that he have a name before we left the birthing suite. My mum, Maureen, had heard the name Jaidyn and although I really loved it, John wasn’t so sure. Unfortunately I didn’t have a fantastic labour (who does!) so John said I could name him, so Jaidyn it was.
The only problem was that my cousins son was Braedon and as they sounded similar I said we must come up with a middle name so we had a nickname we could use. During one of my Navy deployments I had met a JT. Funnily enough I don’t think I ever really knew his name because I always just called him JT. So when I mentioned this my mum came up with the perfect answer.
Her mum, Muriel Margaret, had passed a month before Jaidyn was born. Muriel had been living with the most adorable gentleman, Ronnie, who we all loved. Mum mentioned that Ronnie’s middle name was Thomas. Jaidyn Thomas. We loved it. So although his middle name doesn’t actually have either of my grandmothers names, I have always thought of it as being a tribute to two very special people. Ronnie was so honoured about the naming that all Jaidyn’s birthday cards were always addressed to Jaidyn Thomas from Ronald Thomas.
Ronnie holding Jaidyn L-R Belinda, Muriel, Ronnie, Maureen
Being as blind as a bat without my glasses on which of course I was not wearing during the delivery of my second child, I thought I had had another boy. Voicing my sadness that we didn’t have another boys name, I was quickly told it was actually a girl! Whoops must have seen the umbilical cord! LOL
So we got to use the name Tahlia which we had always loved right from the time John found it. Of course we had tried to come up a middle name that would go with it and we thought Louise sounded alright. (Luckily we didn’t use that because Tahlia didn’t like it!)
As we had her first name I wasn’t really too worried about the middle name straight after the birth. While I was getting ‘presentable’ my husband came to ask me if we could use the name of his aunt who had passed not long before Tahlia’s birth. Tahlia Jean. It had a nice ring to it and we loved it. Needless to say, my mother-in-law, Sandra, was so chuffed that she couldn’t stop crying! It was only a few years ago that I found out that Tahlia was born the day after Jean. So technically in Australia with the time difference with England, it is the same day for a while!
Aunt Jean John holding Tahlia with his mum Sandra
So my husband and I got to each name a child and their middle names are in memory of very special people.