Selecting a name for our child felt like a big responsibility. I know it’s “just a name” but to me it feels much bigger. Your name can become your identity. Your name “fits” you. At some point people say to you “I can’t imagine you not having X name.” I get it all the time. A name like Kendall, which may have gained popularity in the last ten years, was not a popular choice for girls when I was young. I was always the only Kendall in my class. I only knew one other Kendall in my grade through high school. I enjoyed not sharing my name but more than that it felt like the “right” name for me.
Before we knew the gender of the baby we tossed around names here and there but we never sat down and had a name conversation. We were both hesitant to pick names for both genders when we could just wait until we only had to settle on one.
We really only had a few serious conversations about the name. In my heart I knew what his name would be. I waited for Brandon to offer suggestions or tell me what he did or didn’t like. We both agreed pretty quickly that our boy would be William Brandon Martin.
William is to honor my grandfather – William Herbert Dillon. Anyone who knows my family knows that my Papa could not have been held in any higher regard. I don’t know anyone who could say a cross word about him. He was gentle, loving, kind, hard-working, honest and just plain good. You couldn’t help but immediately love him. He was the kind of man who you never heard say a cross word about someone else. He may have had opinions about people but I never heard him speak in judgment. He was the kind of man you could be content to just sit in a room with. He had a quiet peace about him and I just adored him. He was the ideal Papa and I know my mother and uncle would say he was the ideal father. There was no better.
To be named after a man like that is a big responsibility. I think that’s part of the reason I want to give my son that name. I want him to have that kind of name to live up to.
We chose Brandon as the middle name because the men on Brandon’s side have carried on their father’s first name as their middle name. I thought that was an important tradition to continue. And I think it’s beautiful to honor Brandon as well.
Since everyone asks what we will call him I will say it now…William. I realize I can’t control what kids in school or his best friends will call him. But I will call him William. And when I’m really mad at him I will call him William Brandon. :)
Here are some pictures of my Papa –