Oh, you spell it with a ‘c’…?
And an ‘i’…?
Well isn’t that different.
At which point I usually say yes, I guess so. My dad’s idea. He read it in a book. It was his turn to name the baby. My mum named my sister. Mary.
I was supposed to have a middle name. Lynn. No idea why. Another book probably. He liked the idea of how the two went together Carin Lynn, almost Carolyn but without the commitment.
But he forgot to mention the middle name at my christening or when they did the paperwork. Something.
I’m glad actually. I like having only one name.
Until I was ten or eleven or twelve, I thought that name was Karen. My parents were immigrants and when they enrolled me in school, the school wrote my name as Karen. My parents didn’t want to upset the apple cart with their weird immigrant spelling. They wanted to fit in. And so they let it stand. Never mentioned a thing to anyone, including me.
Until I was ten or eleven or twelve when, for whatever reason, they said Oh, by the way, you know your name is actually spelled with an ‘i’.
It is?? Well I’ll be darned.
So I started spelling it Karin. I still have a few notebooks and report cards that shows this progression.
Then in grade eight or nine I needed my birth certificate for some reason and noticed the Carin spelling.
What’s that about? I’m not sure who I asked. My mother probably.
If she was stirring something at the time she didn’t stop. What do mean?? That’s your name, what do you think it is? Stir, stir…
I suggested it was a little weird, didn’t she think???, that I was just now finding out how it was spelled. She, apparently, did not think it was weird.
That may have been when she told me the story of my name.
Or maybe it was my dad who told it.
Either way, it’s good to know how to spell my name. I’m glad I only have the one. And I’m glad it was my dad’s turn to pick.
My mum said her choice would have been Brunhilda.