My mom disliked the name given to her at birth so much
that she had it legally changed from Martha to Marti.
♥When my mom was born, her parents thoughtfully named her Martha Ruth after both of her grandmothers. Martha was the name of her paternal grandmother, and Ruth was her maternal. I would say that for this reason alone her name should have felt sacred to her - those are strong, traditional, and beautiful names. But I suppose I might feel the same way given the fact that my two grandmothers are/were named Gertrude and Bessie. :o|
In a way I feel sad for my mom – sad that she felt like her name didn’t suit her, that maybe it didn’t sound young enough or hip enough at that time in her life. I don’t really know. All I know is that once my dad was gone for good, everyone started calling her Marti.
In high school she had been known as Marti - "Marti-with-an-i” - so I guess reverting back to that nickname helped her to reconnect with who she had been before - back before she was a young single mother with a whole lot of responsibilities to deal with. Back when she hadn’t had a care in the world and she was happy. Back when she was Marti-with-an-i.
As a young girl in school I wasn’t all that crazy about my name either. There were always two or three Debbie’s in every class, so I always had to be Debbie N. Always with the N. And I didn’t like Deborah back then because that name was only used if I was in trouble. Albeit rare. Cough. I was almost named Vickie. Can you imagine me as Vickie?
My sweet girl was named after her paternal-great-great-grandmother, Carrie, and her paternal grandmother, Rosalind. She has always loved her name and that makes me oh-so-happy.
So I wonder, do you like your given name? Is there a story behind your name or was it one that your parents just liked? Have you ever known someone who went so far as to have their given name legally changed?
I think in Heaven my mom is known as Marti.
Marti with an i.
Marti with an i.