Baby Naming
I favored Clover, thinking it
quaint, vaguely
fairytalesque like an Irish
cottage. I plead hormones and
wistfulness about 1/36 of my
various heritages. Your dad used his
veto, and in retrospect it would
not have been powerful enough to
declare you.
He was enamored with Pollyanna.
I shit you not. I explained repeatedly the
connotation (I assumed he was unfamiliar) but
that somehow only strengthened his resolve.
What if you wanted to rebel and be a goth?
My veto cast.
Your mamaw liked Mackenzie. Something about
Scottish poet ancestors and strength and last
names as first ones, like your
mama and your aunt.
But Madeleine, like:
the perfect french cookie,
Peyroux,
Albright,
Mary Magdalene,
with history, gravitas, grace.
Recognizable but
uncommon enough to be
unique.
Your preschool teacher mispronounced it
(like the book character) enough that you
argued with me when I
said it correctly. That year you ran from me in
the grocery store, and I had to regularly
restrain you on the lawn after pickup, wrangle
you into the van, slide the
door closed and try to
breathe myself back from
tears because you refused to
take a damned nap after
age two, the lone tiny
body sitting up on her
mat in the dim, serene classroom
chatting to the nearest grownup.
So. Many. Words.
In school your class had another
Maddy for three years straight. Friends
called you “Good Maddy” and her “Bad Maddy” which seemed
uncalled for. There was a bonus Maddy on most
soccer teams you were on, and on most teams you
played against for thirteen years.
(As a coach, how do you not sub a Maddy for a Maddy
every time, just to keep what you’re yelling clear?)
In middle school you complained no one knew
how to spell it without you telling them, oh my god,
it’s so embarrassing (as if I had no idea what that was like).
You embrace your given
name more lately, along with sometimes even
my advice, and more parts of yourself.
You are learning to spot intrusive
thoughts that lie to you.
I will never forget to be
grateful you trusted the ones
who named you to
help you find courage to
stay
in the fight and
make a name for
yourself.
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This was extraordinary.
Wonderful storytelling!
I could hear and feel Maddy! You made the poem run long as if she was talking. Good job.
Love it !!
What a thoughtful poem. I agree with what others have said: you tell us a lot about her spirit here.
poignant
how names grow into children
and children into adults
Loved this mini biography of Maddie and the origins of her name. Well done!
It is wonderful.
Thanks for all your generous comments!
Lovely exploration of how names not only identify us, they help define our place in the world. Nice writing, Augsten.
Wow! I love this poem! Your daughter will treasure this forever!