last night as I was falling asleep, I was thinking about names again. Mine and Chris's and why I took his name. I never really questioned it at the time, but recently, I am. I'm thinking that I've been a member of his family for 25 years now and still not accepted. Why on earth would I want to keep this name? I liked my maiden name. I was proud to be a Benoit. My Dad loved me, my brothers protected me and were always there for me. Chris is always there for me, but his family, They are another story. I love my BIL and have at times called him to reach out and he has to me. But never being accepted by my husbands parents...why would I want their name? Our oldest son was a Benoit until we got married, then we changed his name too.
So what do we do about it now? I named our daughter with a second middle name of Benoit. I had seen it used as a first name and thought that I could let her have a little piece of my Dad. I feel it's an honor for her. She'll probably hate me when she has to fill out those little bubble spaces on State testing forms. What a long name she has and she's not even married yet.
I'd like to change my name back, but I wouldn't want to disappoint Mike, I know he wouldn't be happy with it and really, it's just a name, and I am really still a Benoit.