“Frankly, darlin’,” The Cowboy continued, “with the pace the Hispanic population is growing, and given that we live in New Mexico, it might actually be to Alex’s advantage to have a Spanish name. By the time he’s a grownup, people with names like his will be the majority in a lot of places.”
So, another lesson learned. The best thing I can do as a mom to a boy with a Spanish surname is just treat him like a little boy, and not internalize the external discrimination to the point that he starts, as he has, to dislike his own name.
What do you moms out there think? How do you handle this stuff?