More than a Mindset

Chapter one

Last year I graduated with my undergrad in a small little school all the way on the East coast on the United States. The same year my little sister had her baby. I had been all the way in Maine, unable to see the thing. Not that I had any interest in seeing it right away. As soon as I got the call from Holly, Makenna straight up told me all they look like is a tiny rosy skin sack of fragile bones and a few pints of blood. She told me I was missing out on absolutely nothing that I would want to see. I had asked her "but what about next year, when school is over and I go back to Seattle?"
Makenna then reassured "Oh by then it will have grown a bit. A boy or a girl did you say?" She questioned as she smudged her little cigarette butt into the dorm room's complementary White Sea-shell shaped ash tray.
"A boy. Thomas Junior is his name. He is named after his father."

What I don't understand is why Holly named her baby boy, which was part of her for nine whole months, after her husband. I get that Thomas is Thomas Jr's father however Holly is is his mother. Giving this boy his father's name is like making the playing field unequal. It is as if the name Thomas Junior makes him more of Thomas's son than Holy's. I also do not understand why baby boys commonly inherit their father's name however it is very unusual for a baby girl to inherit her mother's name. There's no law that rules against it but everyone knows it to be socially unacceptable. If I ever have a baby girl I will give her the name "Kayleigh Junior" to make a statement that little girls are just as worthy as little boys are to pass down the name of their parent through another generation.

"Oh then he will be very pleasant to be around. Little boys are far more well-behaved than little girls are at that age. Trust me, my mother had three boys and two girls after me. I know this stuff." Makenna stretched her lanky body over my bedside.

Makenna has to be the most bewitching young woman I have ever seen. She is simply stunning. Her long bronze hair falls over her shoulders like a magnificent waterfall. Her sun kissed skin is softer than a child's skin and her eyes reflect the sparkling blue ocean in about one thousand ways. You can always tell when she's nearby because of her signature scent. It's as if someone blended the scents of tobacco and lavender together. A scent more pleasing than you'd expect.