Jackson. It's a nice name. Sometimes I wonder if the little monkey will like it when he grows up. I like my own name, even though it causes confusion on a daily basis that I've come to expect. For instance, when a person attempts the spelling my name, I always say "Kristy, with a K and a Y" Then, they proceed to ask me if it's short of Christine, if they can call me Chris, etc.
As much as the questions get old, I knew that I wanted a unique name for my son as well. Of course, my name wasn't necessarily unique at the time though - it was the name of a famous sitcom star: Kristy McNichols. How embarassing to be named after a TV actress. But, I forgave my mother, because I did grow to love my name. In a college class, as a "get to know you" activity, I once had to explain where my name came from and how my parents had chosen it. Instead of telling the sad truth, I lied something elaborate about a long lost aunt, a story which I now can't recall, but I know that people bought it.
Jackson is named after his great grandpa Jack, and it is also Mike's middle name. So, choosing something meaningful was important to us. Naming Jack was not easy. It wasn't until I was close to 7 months pregnant that we had really come to a final decision. I knew that I had never met a Jack I didn't like, so we couldn't go wrong. Jackson is a strong name, unique, and rooted in family history. It suits him well.
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