This is a post I’ve had on my list of things to write about for a while, and it popped up as a question in #TribalChat last week which brought it back to mind.
We hadn’t really set our hearts on a name before the boy arrived. For ages I really liked Ethan for a boy and Evie for a girl. Until Danni Minogue called her kid Ethan and I realised Evie was a top 10 girls name. Being called Sarah, officially THE most popular girls name of 1980 I didn’t want to burden my child with what I had to go through. I am never the only Sarah. Ever. There were five of us in my art GCSE class at school, it was ridiculous.
We still hadn’t decided on a name when he was born. I liked Euan, and Evan. We’d made a list, which I took into hospital, but in the confused and drugged up days there, I couldn’t find it, and my Mum was adamant we name him, so I went with one of the names on the list I could remember that I liked. Rian.
It’s the Irish version of Ryan. It means “Little King” which I liked – not because I have delusions of royalty! – but because my name (common as muck as it is) means ‘Princess’ in Hebrew. So there was a funny little connection there.
The better connection for me though, is that my oldest friends are named Ria and Anna, so it’s a combination of their names. Even though he’s a boy, he’s named after girls!
I only realised a little later however, that I have consigned him with a life time of name annoyance. Whenever he calls anywhere, gets asked his name, he’ll have to say “Rian. With an i” and people will say “What?”