Several people have asked me about Roo’s name.
If you can forgive me, I’ll share where his name came from without actually sharing his name.
Yes, Roo is a nickname. My dad used to tuck me into bed at night and read Winnie the Pooh stories. He did all the voices except Roo – that was my job as soon as I was old enough to read. It seemed to fit that I would call my own kid Roo.
As for his real name:
Jewish tradition calls for naming the first child born after the death of a loved one with the first letter of the person’s name. We definitely pick and choose our rituals, but this one made a lot of sense to us. We chose a first name with an E, for my grandmother, and a middle name with an I, for Non-Sequitor Girl’s grandmother. We also wanted to incorporate a name from his birth family – a first name if they chose one, or their last name if they didn’t.
As it turned out, the birth family asked us to name him. We asked if they had a name picked out as well, and they did – they had been referring to him by another name beginning with an I. We dropped the I name we had chosen and instead used their name as his first name, feeling like it honored both them and NSG’s grandmother.
After all was said and done, my father mentioned to me that the I name also happens to be his – my father’s – Hebrew name (with a slightly different spelling). So it feels like a family name three times over.
Finally, Roo’s Hebrew name comes from NSG’s friend who died in the fall of 2003.
The process was harder than I had thought it would be. It was very hard to find a balance: on the one hand, of genuinely honoring the birth family, on the other hand, of providing a name that’s deeply connected to both of our families for our adopted child. I think we’ve struck the balance we wanted.