A few of my lost names I’m relieved I never used.
For example, Max was the name I picked for my future son in high school or college. I still like Max, but now the name is a lot less surprising than it was 20 years ago, and after a generation of Max, Maxwell, Maximilian, Maximus, et al., the name has lost its “fresh” factor.
Then there are other lost names that I still mourn. Those of you who have followed UBN for a while may already know that I still wish I could use Cecily. And despite its growing popularity, Owen really feels like a son of mine.
Don’t get me wrong, I feel fortunate to have my two wonderful kids, and I can’t imagine them with any other names. And I know I can’t have 10 kids just to name them. And when I think of that craziness, I can accept these names were never meant for my kids and I get satisfaction suggesting them to certain readers.
After hearing many baby name stories from parents, I suspect most parents, especially Moms, have a baby name graveyard in their minds.
Readers: Do you have lost names? Why didn’t you use your lost names? Do you still mourn your lost names or are you glad you didn’t use them?