There, I said it, shun me if you must.
Actually, I technically do have a middle name, now. I made my maiden name my middle name after I got married. Because my parents didn't give me one.
My mom's middle name is Cooper. Her mom's maiden name. And she always hated it. It used to be tradition to pass on the mother's maiden name as the middle name, and so that is why. I don't know if she thought she would have to give me her maiden name and didn't like it, but I just plain didn't get one.
I hated not having a middle name. Everyone has a middle name! Growing up this conversation was commonplace:
"What's your middle name?"
"I don't have one."
"You don't have a middle name!?!?!?" followed by shock, surprise, disgust.
Nope, no middle name. Until I took matters into my own hands.
My junior year of high school I was one of the editors for the yearbook. One of the privileges of being editor was having your name engraved on your yearbook.
Well, I thought that simply putting Rachel Turner on there was the most boring thing ever. I needed a middle name on there. And so I went with Sue. (After my mom. I know. I'm so sentimental). And so my yearbook read: Rachel Sue Turner. And Rachel Sue was born. In fact, there are quite a few people, if asked, who would tell you that it was really my middle name. (Including most of my in laws). But it's not. I made it up.
And so when my own babies came along, much thought was put into their middle names. And I love them all. And they are called by their full names, or some variation thereof, almost every single day. I wasn't about to let them go through the embarrassment that I had to endure.
P.S. My sister doesn't have a middle name either. Well, I guess she does, now that she's married, but that's beside the point. She made one up for herself too. Beth. I like it.