One month and one day ago my name change became legal. After 34 years of the same name and nine years of marriage, I made the change. Many people ask me why, and I actually have five reasons:
- I wanted to honor the family I have. Unless we do foster care or adoption, this is our family. I love it. After years of pining for more, I feel as if I’m in a new stage of my life.
- I no longer feel as connected to my former last name. For years I was my dad’s only child, and I felt a sort of pride in carrying on the family name. When he and my step-mom had Baby Uncle I didn’t feel the same pull to the name, since there would be another one to carry it on.
- My former last name was really difficult to spell and pronounce. Even friends would misspell it from time to time. I would have to repeat it many times over the phone.
- My former last name wasn’t a pretty sounding name. My new last name is.
- I felt some connection ethnicity-wise to my former last name. On the east coast, where my dad is from, everyone knows it’s Jewish. In the Midwest everyone assumed I was German.
When I sat in front of the judge on October 1 and he asked me if I had anything to say. I couldn’t help myself.
“I’m so excited.”