I was planning to take my husband’s surname for the first year of our engagement. Then one person too many said, “You’re going to be a completely different person after the wedding,” and I snapped, just in time. Why am I supposed to be transformed by a wedding, but the groom gets to stay the same? Nope, I didn’t want to change, I like myself as I am. My name might be “only my father’s last name”, but my fiance’s name is also only his father’s last name, why should he be more attached to his than I am to mine? I suggested that he take my much easier to spell last name, and he suggested that we both hyphenate, which we did.
Also, I didn’t want to end up like my aunt, who’s stuck keeping her awful ex-husband’s surname so that she can have the same name as the children she’s raising all by herself now that he’s run off. How many other women, even those who aren’t divorced, are in that position, doing most of the work to raise kids who will carry someone else’s surname? Yeah, maybe the kids themselves know who did most of the work, but future generations will trace themselves back by the father’s surname and will consider themselves “Smiths” or “Jones” because that’s what endured, and it was from him.
My husband was amazed by all the small steps it takes to change a surname after marriage. I was amazed that we got our Social Security cards, driver’s licenses (NJ and Massachusetts), and bank accounts (NJ and Massachusetts) changed without anyone asking to see the copy of the NJ and Massachusetts state laws which said he could change his name with just a marriage license, even though we dutifully brought it along everywhere.
Our daughters will have his birth surname, our sons will have my birth surname. If the first two kids are the same sex, the second will have the opposite name of the first. We think this might break the hex that seems to be on middle children, where all the teachers judge them against the eldest child. So, for example, if we were Jane and John Smith-Jones, the kids would be Mary Anne Jones and Robert Jacob Smith. We could have decided to give the kids our hyphenated surname, but they probably would have dropped one half or the other when they got married, so as to hyphenate with their spouses. This way we spare them to problem of making a decision on which half.
My in-laws haven’t said much about it. A few months ago, my brother-in-law said, “I’ll have to find an old-fashioned girl to marry, I’m the only who can pass on the “Jones” name now.” I quickly responded, “What about your sister?” He was pretty quiet after that 