Introducing…Coco and Soleil
Today I spent over two hours changing every reference to my daughters on this blog and gave them new nicknames. I listened to an Online Ministry Conference session the other day and the speaker Darcy shared her reasons for giving her kids nicknames on her blog. (And if you haven’t read her blog, you must. She is hilarious.)
I never thought about not using my girls’ names. I figure anyone that wants to know can easily find out, and I don’t use pictures so I wasn’t too worried about privacy. Yet, Darcy brought up a great point. She said that she shared much personal medical info about one of her sons and she didn’t want a future employer googling him later in life and reading his history.
Well. I got to thinking about that. I googled my girls, and yep…there they were on Google! One could really learn quite a bit about them just from my little stories here. I talked it over with my hubby and we decided to leave our girls’ names out of my blogging for now.
Since I’m not using their names, I briefly contemplated sharing some photos here, but ultimately decided against it. I have had too many experiences with creepy people in this world to feel comfortable posting their beautiful faces for all to see. As my husband told them, “Maybe if you weren’t so pretty.” I wish I was joking, but he actually said this.
I love looking at the beautiful pictures other moms post of their kids, and I don’t judge anyone who does. I think each family has to make those decisions based on their own experiences and prayers. I’ll just say, once you’ve dealt with a stalker, you’d rather err on the side of paranoid.
So, after I decided, I set about the task of renaming my children.
Coco was easy. It’s been her real nickname at home forever, and she named her blog Coco Around the World.
Choosing a fitting name for my six year old proved not to be so easy. Her nickname at home is a shortened version of her name. Though we did use to call her wreckin’ ball when she was a toddler. That just didn’t seem nice anymore. So, I enlisted her help and we had great fun thinking of options. Her favorite was Sweet Honey Pie. Cute. But, um, no. I wanted to call her Ramona. Because she is so Ramona Quimby. “But Mom!” She cried. “You know Ramona’s a brat! Why don’t you just call me Bratty McBrat Brat?”
Well, I was tempted.
Then, we were watching old home movies that night. In every other scene, my voice (my face always behind the camera) is calling out to my little crawling baby…. ”There’s my Sunshine!” Yes! It fully describes her sunny little self. But Coco had a sort of Frenchy-chic ring to it so I decided to look up Sunshine in French. Soleil! I was sold. I mean, for those of you that don’t know, Soleil is the real life name of no other than Punky Brewster, the ten year old girl who influenced my childhood like perhaps no other person alive. You know, the one with the coolest bedroom ever? Punky Power!
(…a little while later, back from my Netflix queue. Punky on the way!)
I’d appreciate it if those of you that know my little ones kindly call them by their nicknames here on my blog, my twitter, or public facebook page. And please, remind me when I slip and include their real names in a post. ‘Cause I will. I just know it.
But anyway. Back to my Soleil. My little sunshine. And Coco. My soon-to-be teenager.
That’s how they’ll be known around here from now on. What do you think?