Feminist Son, Angry Mom

When my son told me that he wanted to take on his bride’s last name, I heard myself say, “No!” How, I asked, could he simply renounce who he was, who he had been for the past 26 years? He responded by asking why Becky should. “It is not the same thing,” I said, understanding intellectually that it was, but feeling emotionally that we were being disowned. In the end they made another choice.