HERE’S TO MRS WHATSERNAME
I always knew I’d keep my ‘maiden’ name when I got married.
Not because of my husband’s unusual Irish surname (although it could make you giggle if you say it fast 10 times).
Not because of my feminist views (although I’m definitely not comfortable with the archaic concept of being ‘sold-off’ to another family).
Not because of the paperwork (although I am prone to the odd meltdown when faced with anything administrative).
And definitely not because of a lack of commitment to my husband (trust me, if you knew what we’ve gone through to be together, you’d know I’m in this for the long haul).
It’s just that, well, I quite like being Lisa Lintern.
I’ve been told my name has a nice ‘ring’ to it. The double-barrelled initials. Signing off my emails with an easy LL. It’s me, and I can’t imagine being called anything else.
I guess I’ve always had a strong personality – one that was nourished by parents who gave me the freedom to be myself. My father is the first to say I’ve never been good at doing what I’m told, his frustration unable to hide his pride.
Thankfully my husband wasn’t bothered at all when I told him about my desire to keep my name.
It was pretty much a non-event for him. Well, apart from the congratulatory cries of “Welcome, Mr and Mrs Lintern!” at our honeymoon island resort, an assumption made because I was the point of contact for our booking.
(His manly pride was wounded much more when we learned his bag was lost and he would have to wear fluorescent floral shorts and shirts, from the island’s only souvenir shop, all week.)
Five years on, we now have two children. They have their father’s surname, but my son has Lintern as a middle name, and my daughter’s second name is Lisa. I feel content that they have been ‘branded’ with some of me, as well as my husband.
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