Not sure how this post will be received but this is our lives and we only get one shot at them. So on the brink of turning 40 I am learning how to live my life without any regrets!
Let me give you some background on how
Tetyana kept her birth name. After we saw
Tetyana's file we went to her region and met her. She was a beautiful child and we knew when the director asked us after only 15 minutes if we wanted to adopt her that our answer would be yes. It seemed like once we said yes they
whisked us out the door with a stack of paperwork. Like many adoptive parents our heads were whirling and our hearts were full. We had found our daughter...the daughter I had dreamed about for years before I even met my husband.
You know the dreams...dressing them up in super cute things, doing their hair, decorating their rooms and as with any child....naming them. Before we left for Ukraine we made a list of names and decided once we saw our daughter we would chose the perfect name for her. But after we left the orphanage we were taken to a notary's office and asked what her name would be. Our facilitator left and told us she would be back in 10 minutes for the name. We felt so confused because our daughter was 7. We wanted to change her name but we also wanted to have a conversation with her about it first. Maybe give her the names we had chosen and let her decide what her American name would be. We were told her name could have been her birth mother's name and possibly not even her true name. We didn't know what to do, so we left her name as it was.
After being with her in her own country once we left the orphanage, I notice we were saying her name completely wrong. Yes we lacked the accent but even if we tried our best we still screwed up our own
child's name! She pronounces her name "Tet-
chon-
na" and we call her "Tet-y-
ona". Once we got home we saw that everyone who met her first could not understand her when they asked her her name and then just called her "
Tatianna". So everyone butchers her name and always will. We tried to think of a nick name for her but nothing derived from her name sounded right.
On top of that I felt like we missed out as parents on naming her. It was one piece to my lack of attaching to her and making her mine. A good friend and fellow Ukrainian AP suggested once we moved, we change her name to her middle name (which is what we would have chosen for her first). After talking with Drew about this idea, we asked
Tetyana how she would feel about using her American name. She was all over it! I have asked her a million times if she is sure and she says yes each time
excitedly. So when I filled out her school papers I asked her one more time and told her if I put Sage on the papers we would have to stick to it. She wanted to know when we could start! We are all working on remembering to call her it. Each time we do, she gets a really big smile on her face. Today while playing Sorry! I said "It's Sage's turn." and she had a huge smile on her face and gave me a big squeeze! So our daughters name is now Sage.