I think names do make a difference in how your life shapes out. I've had the old "Robin Hood", "Batman & Robin" & "Robin Red-breast" jokes all my life. I would have given just about anything as a kid to have any other name. I was my fathers only child - he was told he'd probably never father children (surprise) and I was his princess.

But I was my mother's fourth child. My sisters all have nice "normal" names: Barbara, Judith & Debra. Then throw in a Robin - it was such an oddity. That and the fact that I was from a small town where everyone else had "normal" names and it makes for a tough time for a skinny little kid.

It's just been in the last few years that I've grown to like my name. Of course, it's just been in the last few years that I've grown to like a lot about myself. Crummy childhood - a long not so interesting story.

When I was expecting, I wanted something simple. Hopefully that wouldn't have nicknames. He's a Kevin Mark. Love that name - it works. Good thing he wasn't a girl, he'd have been Kyla Marie and that doesn't sound so cool now!