I wasn’t keen on either of my first two GC’s names, but acted pleased, and they grew on me. I braced myself in case they chose names I wouldn’t like, and was ready to hide it. I helped to choose my next one’s name, as they just couldn’t decide on one. It took them two weeks before they settled on something.
My son’s Aussie girlfriend lived with us for two years, then they went back to Oz and married. When their first baby was coming they said that they had chosen an unusual name. DS is an avid Terry Pritchett fan, so I thought Rincewind? Greebo? Detritus? Eskarina?
When he was born (with me, unfortunately, not there due to Covid) they came on the internet chat to announce the name. The road where I have lived for 55 years is called Ashton Heath, and they have called the baby........Ashton Heath _____! My jaw must have dropped. Of course, no-one over there will know where his name comes from, and it’s a lovely compliment from his parents to the happy times they spent here, and his English heritage. It has taken me a little time to connect the name to my lovely little GS, instead of where I live, but I like it now.