Blimey, this has got a bit heated, hasn’t it?!
Dropping in here as an experienced adopter (10 years in) of two non-related siblings, both of whom have complex name issues. And an adult with a four-letter, one-syllable name that even my close extended family spell incorrectly on Christmas and birthday cards!
My eldest adopted daughter’s name was so identifying (probably the only child in the ONS survey to have the name in her birth year) that her social worker insisted I change it. And my youngest child has as her given first name the middle name of her ‘golden child’ half sibling, with whom she does not now live.
To be honest, unless I’m filling in official forms, I rarely refer to either child with their full, legal names as I mainly use a succession of affectionate nicknames.
With my first daughter, I replaced her very identifying first name (as adoptive parents, we should feel allowed not to have to look over our shoulders in fear every time we’re out and about with our children) with her given middle name, but shortened it to something I preferred and then added a middle name of my own choosing.
As regards my second daughter, I have kept her given first name (but intend to change the spelling once she starts school) and expanded on her original middle name to convert it to something that has a link to my family (and it’s not now the name of a person I utterly despised at high school!)
My view (as an experienced adopter with a very happy family) is that we’re not just caretaking our children till they’re 18, and that we are ‘entitled’ to claim some of the happier moments we miss out on (the excitement of flicking through naming books pre-birth). Names are, when all’s said and done, a combination of vowels and syllables.
I know a lot of research refers to historical adoptions, when children were perhaps given up by ‘shamed’ single mothers and given whole new identities and new names but only discovered their past when they reached adulthood.
Contemporary adoptions are much more ‘open’ in the sense that children are aware of their life stories from an early age. And our children are, in the main, removed from birth parents who have harmed or neglected them, (the percentage of so-called relinquished adoptions ie single mums giving up babies is infinitesimally small these days), so why should our children have to have permanent reminders of the birth father who sexually abused them or the birth mother who, say, left them in their cot with no food or nappies while she went on a three-day bender with her new boyfriend?
We’re not insensitive monsters who want to erase our children’s history but we’re people who are giving a hundred per cent to help heal some of society’s most hurting children. Surely we should be allowed to experience some of the excitement and pleasure of becoming parents, no small part of which (judging by the busy-ness of the names boards here and elsewhere) is laying claim to our children by giving them a name of our choice? We can’t pass on our genes, but we can pass on our choice of consonants and vowels.