Having an Acadian mother and attending an Acadian French school has resulted in countless hours of heritage and cultural history being instilled into my brain. I grew up knowing my Acadian culture and heritage, how my ancestor's arrived, built their houses (my Grand-mere's house is over 200 years old), fished, traded with aboriginals, what traditional songs they sang and how they rose above deportation and attempted cultural extermination. Seriously, I assumed all children go through this "culture is essential" and knew just as much about their families and heritage that I did... lol. I have seen "Evangeline et Gabriel" at least 5 times at Universite Sainte-Anne over five separate summers.
Needless to say, my family (on both sides) and my heritage is extremely important. One of the wonderful things about Andrew (besides his awesome Warrior II's and tendency to unplug to the microwave) is his feminist leanings. If he were to partake in labels, as I so flippantly do, he'd fit as a "feminist", which suits me just fine. He assumed that I would keep my last name when we get married, as taking his would just feel weird for us, I don't belong to him and after twenty seven years of having my name it would be strange to suddenly change it.
Then I started thinking about children (gasp... so NOT ready now). FUTURE children, way way into the future lol. I want them to also share a part of my family, my heritage. Especially after I have to go through the pain and torture just to get them here. While chatting I mentioned to Andrew how I was sad that our last names weren't more hyphenatable so we could both change our last names. He replied with: "Why don't we? I think that is a brilliant idea!" So after I teared up a bit, and his eyes leaked maybe just a little we went about sharing the awesome news.
Starting with my family over the phone. They are pumped that we are merging both our families together, stating a bit more publically how both families have equal value in our partnership. If my traditionally family was fine with this bit of news, then we must be in the clear!
Until we told Andrew's family over a fancy dinner, in person. Which resulted in a awkward, rude disaster with a quick trip to the bathroom for my leaky eyes (this time not in joy) and his parents telling him (they had stopped talking directly to me) that it was a terrible idea. Follow this wonderful episode up with a healthy dose of nasty email+fighting phone calls and you have one terrible week. I guess his parents actually expected me to take his last name and are hugely offended that he'd "insult" them by hyphenating with mine. Lets just say that Andrew's parents, although usually lovely wonderful people, are the most traditional people I have ever known. Like the woman does the cooking (with an apron and a smile!) and the man brings home the bacon types.
This same week... our wedding venue fell through completely.
Thank goodness we had a wonderful weekend at my parental units' cottage. Swimming, yoga on the dock, walking with the horseflies.... and drinking copious amounts of Keiths. Yum.
Hopefully 14 months is enough time to accept a name add-on. Hopefully.