My Gran was displeased that I didn’t change my name when I got married – apparently it showed a lack of commitment. She needn’t have worried, an involuntary name-change soon came along.
I’m hardly ever “Kate” any more. I’m “Pearl’s mum”, most often. I even find that I introduce myself as that, under some circumstances. I’m also “Fainjin-and-Babess’ mum”, of course, and as they become more sociable that name is gaining more currency.
The Dad has undergone a similar change, although to a lesser extent since he doesn’t interact with the school parents as much as I do, and the daycare parents retain their own names a little more at least amongst themselves.
On arrival at daycare in the afternoons, the first child to see us will often turn tail and run, calling out, “Fainjin! Your Mum’s here!” or “Babess! Your Dad!” (it amuses me that they all recognise each other’s parents without fail). That’s fine with us, it’s even quite cute. But then the other day The Dad arrived and Babess was the first to see him.
“Oh!” she said, “Fainjin’s Dad is here!”
“I’m yours too!” he protested, but she was already running off to find her brother.
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