Why I Chose To Change My Last Name
If you had asked me all throughout high school, college and even a year or so before we got married, I would’ve told you that under no circumstances was I going to change my last name. Ever. And if you asked me why I took such a bold — vehement, even — stance on the matter, I’d roll my eyes first and then tell you:
- I like my name.
- I’m not changing myself for any guy.
- My dad never had sons so it’s up to me to keep the family name going.
These were just a few of the examples, OK, excuses, for why I had decided I would never change my last name. The truth was, though, I was afraid. Afraid of losing myself. Afraid of giving everything away to “some guy.” At most, I’d add a hyphen, but even that was a stretch.
A few things caused my resolve to melt. First, Kevin offered to add my maiden name to his name. And while others might think he was just saying that to make me give in, I know that he truly meant it. That was huge for me, that Kevin didn’t mind changing his name for me. I also learned to trust him. I trusted in his love, that he wasn’t going anywhere. His family is also pretty cool and it became a source of pride for me to become a part of his family in that way.
Even more, us sharing a last name strengthens our bond as husband and wife. Some might think that it’s just a name, but I love being called Mrs. Jennings. I feel like we’re our own two-member team. I feel like I’ve got reinforcement when I need it; I feel stronger. It may sound cheesy to some, but it’s pretty dang important to me.
What are your thoughts on changing your last name? Do you or did you share some of the same thoughts I had? Share your comments below.