OK - so how to NOT feel special in life. My whole life I thought I was named after both my grandmothers, who share my name. And I also thought as an added bonus I was named after the mother of Jesus. But NO, I was WRONG! This past visit, my mother told me that I was named after the doll she had growing up. Her doll was called Mary Anne, and those are my first two names.
I guess that is slightly better than being named after the family pet, but it wasn't the story I wanted to hear. A doll. I was just something she wanted to play with. Something you can put into the corner and forget about for a week or two before you play with it again. Something that you can forget to feed or dress and it won't really matter. Something that you outgrow as you get older.
Sigh. No wonder I'm so strange. At least now I know the reason! :-)
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