I always wondered how my parents decided on my name , were they just tired of flipping through the book that held 1,000 baby names and decided to let the radio station pick the fate of my name with the next song that came across their radio?……..or were they in the throws of pre-baby passion and Dolly Parton came across the airwaves singing ” Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please don’t take my man” and then in an instant they just knew……they both felt it…….and at the same time they whispered “Jolene….if it’s a girl we will name her Jolene”.
As a kid I hated my name……hate is being too kind. I loathed the first day of school or when we had a substitute teacher because it never failed…..a teacher would have to belt out the first couple lines of the song as I try my best to wish myself some place else. As an adult it didn’t get any better but I tolerated it………… “ohhh you’re name is Jolene, like the song?” No shit Sherlock, I would quietly say to myself hoping they wouldn’t try their best to mimic Dolly Parton. Who would have known this song was that popular? Imagine my surprise when I heard Jolene on Glee……crazy!
Looking back ….. would I want my name to be any different?? I don’t look like a Cathy, Brenda or Samantha……..Jennifer and Ann wouldn’t do either. I’ve grown to accept my name…..I guess being named Jolene isn’t soooo bad…..at least my name isn’t Hildagard. (sorry if that’s your name..no offense)