Tara, Candace, Michelle, Jacqueline, Vanessa, Caddie, Elizabeth and Corinne. What do all of these names have in common?
They are names I wished were mine, at one point or another in my life. I’m sure there were others I can’t remember now. I thought anything would be better than Summer.
Summer Wummer. Summer Bummer. Summer Dummer.
Those were just some of the names I got called. And who could forget the corny jokes.
Every year book I own has a, “Have a good summer, Summer!”, often followed by a, (get it?!?) or HAHAHA. Yes, I didn’t always like my name as much as I do now.
I vowed that upon entering junior high I would go by my middle name, Elizabeth. But it never happened. Eventually, as I got older and my peers stopped making fun of it, I realized I might actually like it. It certainly is unique. I’ve met but one other Summer in my life. When I asked my parents about my name, my mom told me I was to be Summer long before I was born. Summer is her favorite season. And she told me I made a joke of it long before anyone else did. At the age of 4 my mom taught me how to do somersaults. And after doing some around the room I asked her if she could show me a mommysault.
So what about your name? Did you and do you like it? What’s the story behind it?