It was Mr. Wellies’s idea to take my last name after we got married.
When he first suggested it, I was bemused. I didn’t understand why he would want to take my name. I had never thought of it before, mainly because I had never heard of it before. The only options I knew of were the woman taking the man’s name; the woman keeping her name; the couple hyphenating their names; or, more recently, the couple blending their names. But a man taking a woman’s name? Outrageous!
Then Mr. Wellies explained his reasoning. He knows how much my last name means to me. I had previously expressed my worry about carrying on the family name, since I only have one male cousin who might continue it. Mr. Wellies saw taking my last name as a way to honor my dad and my grandfather, two of the most important men in my life.
Furthermore, as I mentioned in my post on proposing, Mr. Wellies and I are feminists. We believe women should have equal rights and the same opportunities as men. Just as I had asked myself, “Why can’t I propose to him?” Mr. Wellies had asked himself, “Why can’t I take her name?” He wanted us to share a name as a family, and he didn’t want to do it by hyphenating, or creating a new name, like Princess Consuela Banana Hammock. His last name wasn’t important to him. For Mr. Wellies, taking my name just made sense.
The more I thought about it, the more I grew to love the idea. I was deeply touched by his motivation, as well as his unwavering determination. I kept asking him, “Are you sure this is what you want?” The answer was always yes. “I just want to make you happy,” he’d say, “and I would give up anything for that.” Including his name.
What do you think of a man taking a woman’s last name?