Shortly after we moved here, the kids were having fun on a local playground and a little girl came up to Riley and asked her name. When Riley said, "Riley" the little girl made a horrible sneering face and said, "That's a boy name."
This has added so much to Riley's social anxiety. She dreads telling anyone new her name for fear of a similar reaction. She talks often of plans to change her name, as soon as she can. Maybe when she's 13. On a walk recently we were discussing it, and I asked why 13? Her response floored me. Her idea is, when you are a teenager you start having boyfriends, and it will be important to have a pretty name by then, so boys will like her.
Holy, holy, holy, what?
Why don't you just stick a knife in my heart and twist it? Apparently I have a lot of work to do, teaching about valuing ourselves, and putting our relationship with ourselves and our Source before caring what any boy thinks of us. I've given up convincing her Riley is a beautiful name. She won't hear it.
I gulped, biding my time, trying not to show my horrified reaction, and asked, "So have you decided on any names?"
"I'm thinking Shirley," she said.