About a month ago, my fourteen year old daughter announced that she wanted to legally change her first name back to her Bulgarian birth name. This revelation came on the heels of a heated discussion about the virtues of black eyeliner, tight jeans, and red highlights, so we assumed that this sudden desire to change her name was another way to flex her teen muscles and exert her independence. As it turned out, a week later she decided that she really liked her adoptive name and did not want to be called by her birth name after all. Nevertheless, this incident caused me to reflect on my motivations for changing the names of my adopted children, and the possible ramifications of that choice.
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