What's In A Name?

Historically names have always counted for something. Wealth, entitlement, security...Today, names don't have quite as much significance in our lives.

When I married Chris, I took his last name on. A name with great history, pride, and accomplishments. A name that "mattered" His family was driven out of France due to religious persecution, settled in the south-the plantation still stands as a historical monument. They sold land which is currently Manhattan-wouldn't that be nice now! One served as Sec. of Interior for President Cleveland, and another was the 2nd President of the Republic of Texas....need I say more!

Currently Chris is THE last male...and there is a small hiccup to the story. I have given him only girls. I have very much felt the weight of this fact. So let me continue before you freak out about the fact that it's really hubby's fault we have no male heir to carry on the name.

Thank goodness we don't live in the time of Henry VIII! Although at times I feel there is still that attitude in our family. All truly great kings needed a male heir to carry on...and when only girls were born, such as Mary and Elizabeth, other means were taken. Hence all the Fitz "whoevers". Henry VIII had Henry Fitzroy, his illegitimate son. Unfortunately, he died while still young and never sat on the throne. Ironically it was Mary and then Elizabeth who reigned.

And so it will never be my girls to carry on the family name, but our very own "Fitz" given birth by my s-in-law who is unmarried. My nephew is the golden child...She proclaims that he will carry on the family name. And so I see it more and more that my two daughters get shoved aside while this little "Fitz" claims his throne by default.

It is very hard to see your children treated this way...and I know that my feelings are causing a rift in the family. I wish it wasn't so, but we are all entitled to our opinions and feelings. It is something I will have to deal with for a long time unless I get sent to the chopping block and "off with her head!"

My husband...he really couldn't care that he wasn't given a son...and I'm forever grateful that he is so in love with his girls. They truly are the apples of his eye.