Women Named Teresa
Teresa? But your name is Tracey?
Well, yes, and no.
My mother did not like the name Tracey, and also thought that it was a name I would outgrow. Not a suitable name for a grown woman. So, she suggested Teresa, the name of her best friend. And, if my father insisted, they could call me Tracey. Well, insist he did. So, the name on my birth certificate is Teresa, but I have always been called Tracey by my family.
Women Named Tracey
I have had to explain my name several times throughout the years. "Teresa? I thought your name was Tracey?" people ask, often with a tone that implies, I have somehow gotten it wrong. "How do you get 'Tracey' from 'Teresa'?" people want to know. Shrug, ask my dad. Cashing birthday checks from my grandmother (written to Tracey) could be tricky. I even had some brain-dead bouncer outside a bar accuse me of trying to use my twin sister's ID to sneak in. Even if I were, I'd still be over 21 you dumb ass. (Pardon my French.) Or maybe he was just flirting with me. You can see why maybe I didn't date much.
It would have been simpler if Tracey were a common derivative of Teresa, like Terri or Tess, but it is not. I've been told it is common in Ireland. Yeah, whatever. I didn't grow up in Ireland. But my high school trigonometry teacher did. Mr. McGuigan. He said Teresa in such a way--Trrayza--that the Tracey became quite obvious. Thank you, Mr. McGuigan, for validating me and my deviant name.
As I understand it, Tracey is also a of bit a derogatory name in the UK. A girl who is a bit vapid and stupid. A waste of space or oxygen. Too many of them I guess.
It's not a great name. I don't love it. I don't even really like it all that much. It's just my name. Ho-hum. But it is my name, so after September 11, I had it legally changed to Tracey, so as to avoid any more (serious) complications. Only to find out, that on the birth certificates for my children, the State of California requires, not my legal name, but my birth name. Big sigh. So now, on paper at least, I am not even the mother to my own children. Which is going to make it difficult to get them passports. Maybe they are my twin sister's children. Ugh!
Bureaucratic red tape aside, I have come full circle. When our daughter was born fourteen months ago, I wanted to name her Catherine. Hubband didn't really like that name at first, but I talked him into it. "My mother wanted to name me Catherine," I explained. "But my father wouldn't let her. They are divorced now." So, our little girl is named Catherine.
Emotional blackmail? Maybe. I know you have to pick your battles in a marriage, but because of my (and my mother's) history with this issue, I wanted to win this one. And, Catherine is a lovely name.