Ah, the joy of the baby name shame game. Y’all. Seriously.
I was perusing Pinterest rather than doing something productive when I came across a link to a blog post (no names here, but suffice it to say it was one of the large, conglomerate sites that has lots of lists, slideshow-type posts which I find myself spending way too much time clicking around on, but that sometimes cause me to wonder who actually gets paid to write that stuff – and wonder why that isn’t my job, because it sounds awfully fun and ridiculous both of which I am…but I digress).
So, I was there and one of the posts spelled out exactly how to name your baby a name you won’t regret in ten years. And though I have no intention of having a baby I started that slideshow right up, because baby names.
And wouldn’t you know it, number six on the list? One of my children’s names. I guess its a good thing I don’t have a houseful of children, because I can guarantee that there would be more than one of those names on that list cause that is how I roll. And I say, bring it on baby name shaming blog post. Bring. It. On.
So, for all you mamas to be and new moms (yes, I’m thinking of you, Kylie) go right ahead and name your sweet little babies whatever you darn well please. I’ll stand by you. Because 10 years from now there may be a million other things on your “parenting regret” list, but I’m pretty sure that your baby’s name won’t be one of them.