John was sorting through a bunch of memorabilia last night that his mother shipped down to us. She’s downscaling and cleaning out the garage.
It occurred to me as I saw John’s name on various articles, awards and papers, that his name is still the same as when he was a young’un (duh, but it was the first time I’d really felt the implications of that). When I see my name on the items from my youth, it feels like relics from a different person’s life–that of the girl known as Jana Bouck.
I love my married name. I love it so much that I never for a second even considered keeping my given name (it’s French, it’s short, it’s easy to spell!). But it hadn’t hit me before…the loss of continuity from my girlhood self.
Jana Bouck is relegated to the dusty boxes on our storage shelves. Jana Remy is me.
PS: I think this is the first time I’ve written out my first and last names on my blog. That ought to send the search engines spinning my way with greater accuracy…(hoping I won’t regret it…)