Crock’s Thoughts

We have this cool tradition in my family where the firstborn son gets his dad’s first name as his middle name. So, since my dad’s first name is Joseph, I got Joseph as my middle name. Fair enough, right? And my dad? Well, his middle name is Albert because he’s the firstborn son of my grandfather, whose name is Albert. You can see where this is going… The only hiccup? I had ALL daughters!

So, the tradition slams into a brick wall with me—I’m the grand finale of this name-recycling saga.

For a fleeting moment, I toyed with giving my first daughter the middle name Brianna, a little wink to my first name Brian, keeping the spirit alive in a skirts-and-twirls kind of way. But nah, I opted to be the noble executioner of this familial naming dynasty.