We are so excited to have you come into our lives in three months. If I can tell you a secret, I really wanted your sister to be a boy- mostly because I have an older brother and I know how awesome older brothers are. So I thought, if we have a boy first, it’ll be great for whatever siblings come after. But you know what? Your sister is such a joy and she’s going to be an amazing big sister to you. I just know it.
Naming babies is always hard for your dad and I because he’s all about different and while I love different, I don’t like names that are overly unique. I have never thought of myself as much of a tradition follower… I like to be a trendsetter, but at the same time some traditions seem so important that they should be followed. One of these traditions came to play in naming you.
Your dad is the 3rd, more specifically, you will find a III after his name on his birth certificate, driver’s license and anything else official, but really Daddy just prefers to be called Chris. Your Grandpa Sonny and your great-grandfather (who you’ll call Poppa) are also named Chris… well, Christopher to be exact and it’s their middle names. But neither of them go by Chris- just. Daddy.
When you have three generations of men with the same name, everyone chooses to go by something different. Poppa goes by his first name, grandpa likes to be called Sonny and (again) your dad is Chris.
It has not been easy being the 3rd for Daddy. Many offices are not very bright when it comes to people sharing a name and so things get lost in translation. For example, your grandpa’s driving record may show up on Daddy’s or your great-grandpa’s credit stuff may show up on Daddy’s credit report. He’s spent his entire adult life trying to separate himself from them and at times, like when we changed insurance companies, I had to let them know that he is the 3rd and we don’t live in Nebraska, but instead in Colorado so the information they have could not have been accurate.
When we found out you were a boy, the first thing that we came to terms with was that we would not be naming you the 4th. As much as I love your Poppa and your Grandpa Sonny, they both also agreed that giving you an IV after your name, probably wasn’t the best idea. But, keeping with tradition, I wanted you to have the middle name Christopher and at least have the same initials as your dad, grandpa and great-grandpa. It took some convincing on dad’s part, but since Mommy got to carry you in her womb for 9 months, I won this battle. 🙂
Therefore, before we even knew what we would name you, it was decided that your initials would be HCH (with no IV on the end, but in spirit, you’re still the 4th).
I want you to know a little about your Poppa and Grandpa Sonny so you have a good idea of why I felt the importance of keeping the middle name and the initials the same.
The men that you are named after are hard working men.
Your Poppa (great-grandpa) is 85 years old. Born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska (Go Big Red!) he was a police officer for 33 1/2 years with Omaha PD before he retired. He started off as a beat cop, moved up to a cruiser cop, had a desk job for some time where he processed paperwork for the unit and during the later years in his career he was a sergeant assigned to the criminal investigation unit. Your Poppa plays the trumpet, accordion, drums and dabbles a bit on the piano (he says he’s not very good… I highly doubt that).
Your grandpa has worked for over 30 years at the local newspaper and has served in a variety of departments, wherever needed, but currently works in the pre-press department (as he puts it, he is currently a department of one).
On your dad’s side of the family, you are part Czech, part Swiss and part Italian (I have no idea about percentages). Your Poppa’s mom’s family was Czech and your great-great-great grandfather (Poppa’s dad’s dad) came to the United States from Switzerland. The Italian you get from your Nana (great-grandma) Rita. Poppa’s dad (your great-great grandfather) was a farmer in Nebraska and then with the changing economy later in life he became a labor worker.
There’s so much I could tell you about my side of the family and the men on my side, including your Grandpa Dean, who is also a hard working man, but this story is about how you got your name. We’ll have time to talk about the Jamaican side of you as you grow as I’m sure it will be a huge part of your identity as well. (You are, my son, 50% Jamaican as Mommy is 100% Jamaican… just in case you were wondering)
I don’t know what we’ll call you yet. Daddy is opposed to Little Chris or Chris Junior. Of course, your first name will be amazing and perfectly fine as well, but we call your sister Pea and so you’ll have to have a nickname as well.
So, little man…
I want you to be proud of your name.
Proud of your initials.
Proud to have a first name that starts with an H and knowing where that came from.
And proud to be the 4th Chris in this family and know the men who gave you the name Chris.
We can’t wait to meet you and love on you as much as we love on your sister. October seems so far away from here.