“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.” – Juliet
I was once a Dunlap girl. My two younger sisters will know what I’m talking about when I say that. We are independent, determined, don’t mess with me, Dunlap. And then I got married and took my then-husband’s name. I found it quite fruity, and I am still a little confused when people ask me to spell it out for them. “It’s Cherry, like the fruit…Yes, like the pie works too…No it’s just spelled with y at the end.”
I’ve had several friends and a few near-strangers ask why I haven’t changed back since going public with the divorce. Aside from every one of my experiences with the Social Security office being a nightmare… I can’t leave my son behind. I may have been culled from the Cherry family tree but he will always have a place there, and I will always be his mom. I know eventually that means I might end up one of those hyphenated messes of a name, but that’s okay.
Any brave souls dare to comment on their name change? I’m curious to know if other moms stick with the hyphenated route as well.