I’m not discarding you like broken glass
There are no winners when the die is cast
There’s only tears when it’s the final chance
So don’t give up, it’s just young lovers’ romance…
For as long as I can remember, I have known what I’ve wanted to name my children. I have known that I’ve wanted to have one boy and one girl, and I have known what I have wanted to name both of them.
There is a naming tradition in my family, that at least one girl in a generation must have the mother’s first or middle name used. I didn’t get named with the tradition because by the time I was born, my aunt had already had my cousin, and had given her the family middle name. However, because it looked like I was the only female in this generation that may have children, it would be up to me to use my mother’s first name, or her middle name. There is a horrible, rare disease in my family that we think my female cousin has, and if she does, she doesn’t want children. She doesn’t want to make them live through what she had her brothers are going through/have gone through.