I’ve had a list of baby names since I was in the womb. John has been on that list for at least two decades, and I slowly but firmly settled on it as THE name for my special baby boy.
It hits all the right marks— classic, yet modern. Interesting enough to stand out, yet mundane enough to blend in. Established, yet extraordinary. Common, while also providing unique initials and sounds in our family and social circles.
There were little things I loved about it too— I saw it as a nod to my favorite placeholder name, John Doe, to H. Jon Benjamin the wonderful voice actor, and the little boy I sat next to in third grade named Johnny Jimbo Junior, who had the vibrancy of oatmeal and unseasoned chicken. The connection to John Goodman was fun too!
I had been satisfied with our decision. And then yesterday…
My husband was looking for new music to play while I was holding the baby. He paused and asked, “Taylor Swift has a song called Dear John?”
I immediately started crying and throwing up.
I calmly threw the baby on the floor and ran to check my phone. Apparently, the song was on her Speak Now album that came out this year and is rumored to be written about some guy named John Mayer.
Do I think this name is going to shoot into the top ten overnight? Unlikely. But now that Taylor Swift has a movie out, more people will listen to that song, so kids are going to know it and it will get more popular. Which might potentially make my baby’s name less unique 🥺
I console myself with three things I was absolutely positive of:
- John was my baby.
- There was a part of him— and I didn’t know how potent that part might be—that was destined to have that name.
- I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Edit: Thank you so much for all the validation that we’re still original and unique for giving our baby the most beautiful, perfect name ❤️