I love Brinley’s name more with each passing day. This is how it ought to be.
It suits her, we’re all getting used to saying it, and it’s already become a part of who she is. I never felt that with Karenna’s original name (which was “Jolie” in case you missed that post) and it was an awful, sinking feeling to deal with.
People have asked where we found Brinley’s name and I honestly don’t remember. I think I made it up in my head, playing around with syllables I liked the sound of together, then checked to see if it had any kind of meaning. It’s an English name that means “burnt meadow” which really doesn’t mean a thing to us; we just like the name!
Her middle name, Anna, was my great-grandmother’s name. It’s also one of Steve’s favourite names. Finally, as my water broke and I began to push, the song “Anna Begins” by Counting Crows was blasting on my iTunes. So, it seemed right to go with Anna for many reasons.
Naming a child is such a huge responsibility. It comes easily for some parents, and others struggle with it. I was fully prepared to wait a good couple weeks before nailing down a name so that we wouldn’t have to, you know, CHANGE IT WHEN THE BABY IS A YEAR OLD, like last time.
The name is just perfect for her and I am so glad we found it.
Did you ever have naming regrets? Did you act on them or just force yourself to get over it?