Name

My name is Mary, and for the first 15 years of my life people called me Marybeth. I remember why they stopped calling me that, I asked them to. I didn't like it anymore, it didn't sound cool. Of course, "Mary" isn't that cool either. Until I went to college I never knew another Mary. I found out later that my Grandmother's first name was Mary but she went my her middle name. I still have never met a Mary that was a natural blond, all the ones that I know or ever knew have been brunettes (like myself). I like my name. It is a traditional name, that is rarely misspelled. My children have traditional names as well. I like that no one mispronounces their names, that people know that they are boys. Even our fish have traditional names (the ones that I named) My 4 year old named one fish 'Turtle' and another one 'Miss Spaghetti'. Some people still call me Marybeth, my Aunts and Uncles (my mom told me I couldn't ask them not to call me Marybeth) and my dance teacher from years ago. I like that. But I still introduce myself to people as Mary, it's too late to go back.

Right now.

It is raining. Really raining. The thunder was loud, but it didn't wake the boys.