Taking a cue from the Kardashians (Kourtney, Kim, Khloe, Kendall, and Kylie), and the Duggars (Josh, Jana, John-David, Jill, Jessa, Jinger, Joseph, Josiah, Joy-Anna, Jedediah, Jeremiah, Jason, James, Justin, Jackson, Johannah, Jennifer, Jordyn-Grace, and Josie . . . whew, that was a lot to type), I decided to also name my boys names that have the same first initial. I know there are people out there who think this trend is tacky. I loved it.

I chose my second son’s name after reading it aloud with my other son’s name together. Matching first initial names usually just sounds more cohesive and more pleasing to the ear in my opinion. I imagined how good all our names would sound together read aloud on our yearly Christmas card—even though we have never once done one and probably never will.

Once we decided on my youngest’s name and knew my boys would have the same initials, I stopped writing my oldest son’s name on his clothing tags in Sharpie and began writing his initials instead.

I felt like a genius. My youngest would get to have a full wardrobe of hand-me-downs and nobody would ever know that they were worn first by his oldest brother, being that their initials are exactly the same. It wasn’t until my son was born that I started wondering if I had made a mistake naming my boy’s names with the same initials.

Unlike the Duggars, I just have two boys, and we’re done having babies, so I knew we wouldn’t have an issue having to keep coming up with 17 other names by the same initial. The problem is that it doesn’t matter if you have 2 kids or 19 kids with the same first initial. You will still probably occasionally call them by the wrong name.

Yes, I know their names, and yes I can tell them apart, but after a few nights of very little sleep postpartum, I found myself accidentally calling my baby the name of my toddler every once in a while.

I would think of my grandma, who when stressed, absolutely calls role when she can’t think of the correct name. Growing up, I was called my aunt’s name, mom’s name, sister’s name, third cousin’s name . . .

A part of me also feels for my boys once they get older. My sister and I look and act very differently from each other, but our names are similar and I spent all three years of middle school being called by my sister’s name, and most of the time, I didn’t have the courage to correct my teachers.

My boys are closer in age, look much more alike, and their names sound even more similar. I know, without a doubt, that my youngest will have to correct more than a fair share of teachers as he grows up.

So God bless the Duggars. I don’t know how they keep things straight.