―Desi Arnaz
We are funny people. On the one hand, our names are who we are --
truly at the core of our identity. As
parents, we spend a long time thinking about and sometimes even doing battle with
our partners or family over a name for our child. On the other hand, we sometimes don't pay
attention to other people's names and call them what we want without knowing
their preferences.
The other day,
I was talking on the telephone with a mother at my children's school. Though we had not met in person, we were
coordinating an activity related to our children's respective sports
teams. At one point in the conversation,
she asked me whether I preferred Ana or Ana Gloria. I appreciated her thoughtfulness. And I explained that I go by Ana Gloria as
many of the women in my family are Ana-something.
I was thinking
about this mother's kindness the following day only to realize that I had not
been as kind. Her name can be pronounced
differently and yet I had assumed one pronunciation. So I asked her what she preferred and
apologized for not asking before.
Calling
someone by the name she prefers may seem like a small thing, but each of us
notices when we are called something that doesn't feel right, that doesn't fit
who we are and our sense of identity. It
is a kindness to make the small effort to get it right. It lets the person know that her preference
matters. And it is a way of expressing
that we care.
I grew up
watching I Love Lucy and have no clue
how Lucille Ball felt about her name.
But I am very grateful when people are kind enough to ask me about mine.
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