This may be a bit tongue and cheek, but I just had to write about it. First, I’ll provide a little background. My name is Lindsey Jenelle Russell. My Mom’s name is Leslie. When she named me way back in December 1980, she supposedly didn’t realize just how similar the names Leslie and Lindsey are. She never really thought about it. I’ve been living in the shadow every since.
It is important to note that not only did I attend the very same school district K-12 that my Mom did as a child, my Mom also taught in that district the entire time I was a student. I even ended up with a few teachers that she’d had 24 years earlier, several in fact. It was understandable that occasionally people in my hometown, so many of whom have known my Mom for decades, would call me Leslie. It never really bothered me, but nothing could prepare me for what happened next.
When I arrived on campus at Michigan State University in August 1999, I never dreamed the name Leslie would follow me. How wrong I was! Even though no one there knew my Mom, I would occasionally get called Leslie by professors, classmates, etc. When I met Brian’s Dad for the first time, before he even met my Mom or knew her name, he called me Leslie too. I must look like a Leslie. I have no way to explain it. It just keeps happening with people who in no way could know my Mom’s name. It is pretty funny. Sometimes I think I should just go with it and answer to Leslie.
Nah, I’m too much my own person. That is what makes it even funnier. My Mom and I look nothing alike. It is my sister and my Mom that look eerily similar. How my name gets mixed up with my Mother’s I will never know.