I’ve ranted about his before, but now for the sake of the wonderful Parent Bloggers Network I will remind you of the necessity of being polite when talking to a new mother about her child’s name.
My son’s name is Sacha. S-A-C-H-A. Middle name, Adam. When we chose this name, we did not really think that the name would cause a stir. I’ve known a few Sachas, both male and female, and thanks to the famous Sachas (Trudeau, Baron Cohen), I thought the world was ready for one more.
Here is a conversation I recall from an outing to a restaurant when Sacha was 3 months old.
(Note: He was wearing a green and blue boy’s outfit with little trucks on it and it said “Little Construction Company.” Now, I know that women are very active in the construction industry, but I have yet to see a 3 month old girl sporting a truck-and-backhoe brazed outfit.)
Server: He’s SO cute! (referring to Sacha and making googoo noises at him)
Server: How old is he?
Me: He’s almost 3 months old.
Server: What’s his name?
Me: His name is Sacha
Server: Oh! He’s a girl? (with total embarrassment about getting the sex of our baby wrong)
Me: No, HIS name is Sacha.
Notice the number of times the word he is used in that conversation, and yet the
table wench server still thought that he must be a girl because his name is Sacha. What’s wrong with the name Sacha for a boy? In fact, Alexander the Great was commonly known as Sacha! I don’t remember where I got that information, but if you google it, I’m sure it will come up.
And sadly enough, this was not the only time it happened. Apparently, dressing a boy in blue does not overcome the public brain fart when trying to reconcile Sacha = boy.
Don’t you wish you could have just handed them this?