When my daughter entered sixth grade last September, she started at a brand new school. It's been a great success, she likes it, she's making friends and she's doing well. It's all good.
When she started at this new school however, she changed her name.
It was nothing too drastic, let's say her name is Elizabeth*, well at the new school she asked everyone to call her Lizzie.
Lizzie. My sweet little Elizabeth is now a Lizzie.
In fairness, she did ask if it was okay with me before she did it, and I told her I was fine with it, but I would continue to call her Elizabeth. But, I assured her, if she wanted all her friends to call her Lizzie, that was okay.
So, now at school, she signs all her papers, Lizzie. Her friends and even her teachers call her, Lizzie.
When we had parent-teacher interviews, all the paperwork was made out in her given name. The teachers referred to her as Lizzie however until I started referring to her as Elizabeth. They then paused for half a beat, and started to refer to her as Elizabeth too for the remainder of the conference.
When her new friends call the house and ask to speak with Lizzie, I pause for half a beat and then call Elizabeth to the phone.
But it's a little unsettling for me. My little girl was Elizabeth Anne since I first felt her roll in my tummy, and it's tough for me to think of her by any other name.
But I will, because it's really no big deal. The name is cute and really, I suppose, it's hers to pick.
My baby is growing up.
* Yep, she's not really an Elizabeth, but if it's okay with you, I'll just keep her real name to myself and out of the blog world for a little longer. 🙂