It’s been 6 months and I don’t often think of the fact that Kensington wasn’t originally Kensington. It’s weird for me to look at her and think if I hadn’t gone with my gut we would be calling her Elliot or Elli. To us and everyone who knows and loves her, she’s just Kensington. My mom even asked me recently what her name was before we changed it. It was really really funny!
But today my mind went back 6 months to when she wasn’t Kensington. I had a nurse call me to see what pharmacy I wanted to use to fill Kensie’s fluoride script at. She must’ve looked down and read her full name because she randomly said “Kensington Sass. Wow! That’s a beautiful name!” Of course I thanked her and she continued to go on and on about how pretty the name Kensington was and how much she loved it. She then asked her middle name and when I said Bree she said outloud: “Kensington Bree Sass. Wow! You definitely thought that one out….you did a great job!” I wanted to reply “Sister, you have no idea!” But I didn’t. I just thanked her again.
It’s funny, this isn’t the first time a stranger has commented on her name and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Most people ask me the story behind it, thinking (I assume) we picked it because of my love for Kate Middleton and the royal family. Or maybe they think I wanted to marry Prince William and the closest I was ever going to get was naming my baby after the palace in which he resides. Kidding…. But really, I think they do assume we picked it because we love all things British or we are British. Not the case. I just liked the name when I heard it years ago on a tv show. Not a fun story, I know.
So today when that nurse told me how much she liked my daughters name, it made me smile. When I told Mike he said “See! We made the right decision.” We then talked about when we would tell her about her original name, how we would tell her and even if we have to. I think it would go something like this: “Hey Kensington! When your mom was pregnant with you she kinda lost it and couldn’t pick a name for you. Then we were in the delivery room your dad thought he knew what your mom wanted to name you and he said “Let’s name her Elliot!” Your mom was all drugged up and feeling lovey dovey because she was minutes away from meeting you, so she agreed! Then she brought you home, spent a couple days with you and called your Mimi bawling because she didn’t choose the right name. So we then decided to think about it for a week, call you Kensington, teach your brother and sister your new name and then we legally changed your name when you were only 2 weeks old.”
Yeah…..she’s going to think we’re insane! ;-)
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