When our daughter was born, we named her Myles, after my beloved late father, despite family warnings that the name was too masculine.
Years later, when I felt she was old enough to understand, I explained to Myles, "Your name is very special. I named you after my own father because I loved him very much. I know he would be proud of you."
Myles thought carefully about this and then said, "I know all that, Mom. But I don't understand why my grandfather had a girl's name."
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