Honestly, I myself am pleased to listen to the dialogues of the daughter with the children on the playground when they meet. Her name always causes them a violent reaction of admiration, which for sure flatters her. In any case, this is better than being Nastya No. 5 or Sonya No. 7.
The question of the name attended to, of course, me. It so happened in our family that the solution to all serious stream issues has always been on me. But this is so, a lyrical digression. The first criterion by which I began to pick up a name is its consonance with the patronymic. Tarasovna must have the same fundamental name.
Although in reality, it seems to me, it was some kind of ritual tribute. Once, when I was a student, I had a girlfriend whose daughter’s name was Ruslana. I still thought that I would call mine the same way. After several days of self-conviction, I accepted this option. It remains to introduce the course of the husband.
At first, for courtesy, I asked for his opinion – after all, this was his daughter too. Ira immediately went to the garden, because at one time I called my sister so and now everything is a bit shocked by her. Some options seemed to me inconsistent with the patronymic, something was not quite original …
In general, I offered my own version. Surprisingly, the husband agreed immediately without a shadow of objection. I was surprised, but the decision pleased me. So they registered – Ruslana.
Continuation of a story
But this banal story had an interesting sequel. Somewhere three months later, a thought struck me (yes, in pregnant women and nursing, the reaction differs at an enviable rate!). The fact is that my actual mother-in-law, who was called, like me – Lyudmila, was his foster mother. His birth mother, her mother-in-law’s twin sister, died in a car accident with his father.
We somehow never discussed this topic deeply. And what was there to discuss, if he does not remember his parents – he was barely a year old then. But then I suddenly thought, what if he wanted to name his daughter the way his biological mother was called? And so gently I ask, but what was her name after all? Well, didn’t I say that? Ruslana – I didn’t even find what to answer.
It turns out that his grandmother, who, by the way, is still alive, was a village literature teacher at school. Therefore, when the twins were born to her, I called them Ruslana and Lyudmila. And then, many years later, her grandson had his Ruslana and Lyudmila.
And how do you like the story with the name? Or does she just seem interesting to me?