I swished my broccoli from one side of my plate to the other side with my fork. I normally loved broccoli with cheese but tonight I didn’t have an appetite. I had serious information to share with my parents and I was afraid they wouldn’t like it.
“I’ve made a decision”, I said solemnly. “You didn’t know how to spell my name when I was born. I’ve fixed that problem though. I will no longer be Amy spelled ‘A-M-Y’. You may now call me by my real name which is Amee spelled ‘A-M-E-E’.
Mom and Dad didn’t smile.
My younger brother John put his fork done and starred at me.
“Amee spelled “A-M-E-E” is better, I explained. “I just made it up today and I like it”.
“A-M-Y is your legal name”, Dad replied. “It’s on your birth certificate and you might change your mind and want to use your real name. It’s the name your loving parents gave you at birth”.
“We gave you that name, because the baby book says it means love”, Mom jumped in.
I was unmoved by their pleadings. I liked my spelling better. I knew I wasn’t going to change my mind even when I got older.
“Henceforth now and forever, ” I declared, “A-M-E-E is the only proper way to spell my name”.
My parents smiled and gave me the ‘Oh, aren’t our children cute’ look. Then they went back to eating dinner.
My brother John had more to say about it. He scrunched up his little face and pounded his hands on the table. “You are not allowed to change your name without consulting all of your younger brothers. We say no”.
“I can do what I want”, I cried. ” I’m 11″.
And so 11-year-old me changed my name. It wasn’t legal, but all of my real friends and family knew how my name was spelled. I told every school teacher at the start of each school year how I spelled my name. My coworkers knew that HR would give me a paycheck with A-M-Y but A-M-E-E did the work and spent the money. This is how it went for the next 30 years. I never went back. I was A-M-E-E, because I said so.
During the divorce process, I decided to finally make the real spelling of my name official. I legally changed the spelling. I am ‘A-M-E-E’ henceforth now and forever.
My sister Jenny threw me a Name Reveal Party to celebrate with decorations, cake and presents.
She got me a big box and filled it with balloons. The nephews and niece went crazy when I opened the box and balloons came flying out.
It was a great day.