I’m not afraid to admit that I really did love my maiden name.
It had some power behind it! “Don’t worry, I can handle it. I’m quite Manley after all.” That was my favorite thing to say out loud or to myself while grasping several heavy grocery bags, 20-gallon potted plants at the greenhouse, or building new IKEA furniture for the apartment.
Plus, hardly anyone mispronounced it. It was a simple name, and a good one.
When Chris and I became engaged I knew I could either keep my maiden name or take Chris’s last name. I decided to keep my maiden name as my middle name. I just couldn’t let go of Manley. Overall though, I wanted to take my husband’s last name to really feel like one new family. I wanted to become a Siler.
I like the name Siler, don’t get me wrong. But I’m already dealing with the struggles of this new last name.
“Right this way, Mrs. Sill-er”
Actually it’s Sigh-ler.
On the phone I have to say, “Siler, S as in Sam, i-l-e-r.” Otherwise it ends up being Filer. I don’t know how that keeps happening.
There’s also the new stigmatism behind the name Siler since it sounds oh-so-similar to Sylar, the villan in the TV series “Heroes”. I promise we aren’t murderers.
So on June 2, 2012 I got married. And on June 6, 2012 I updated all of my records and I was suddenly a Siler.
Chris and I are working on defining what it means to be Chris and Erica Siler.
It means figuring out how to decorate with both Star Trek and Iron Man as well as DIY wreath ideas from Pinterest and nature-inspired decorations. It means finding a balance between science-fiction TV shows and the occasional “Grey’s Anatomy” episode. We’re trying to figure out how to cook for two and stick to a budget.
We’re becoming the best version of Mr. and Mrs. Siler that we can be.