Lately I've been having some internal debates over the great change-of-name situation that will soon be upon me. Let me first say that I find absolutely nothing wrong with taking your hubbies name and I am completely in love with the idea of having a family and someday having the children take his name... but I, myself, am having a bit of an identity crises. This is what I've been called my entire life- this is the signature that I've signed on the dotted line since I could hold a pen. And to top it all off?: I looove my name- I reeeeally do. It's a great stage name, it's Irish, it matches my face/hair/freckles perfectly and I just really. truly. love it.
While I'm completely ready to take every part of him, I'm just not ready to leave my name behind. It's such a big part of me. so I have to wonder: do other women deal with this? Is it easy for some, difficult for others? Am I just being Mrs. Selfish?
Hmmmm
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