In The New York Times, adoptive mom Suzanne Paola reflects on the ways her son Jin, adopted from Korea, has constructed his own unique identity.
My son, at age 8½, changed his name to Penguin S’ Ice, and he has kept that name for almost a year now, un-bratty in his corrections, but adamant.
Paola’s essay serves as a reminder that no matter what parents expect, children can remake their identities in the most unpredictable ways — as Jin Penguin S’ Ice demonstrates.
The “S” stands for … I don’t know. The apostrophe is equally vague but definite. When he is asked what his name is — as kids are a half-dozen times a day — he says, “Penguin” or “Penguin S’ Ice” with a trace of discomfort but no explanation. …
… Sometimes when people encounter his new name, they assume it’s Asian.
“Oh, so that’s your original name?” they ask. “What does it mean?”
He responds with an incredulous look. “It means Penguin.”
When I was in the first grade, I started filling “Kathleen” in the Name blank on the tops of my school papers instead of my given name. “Is that your middle name?” my teacher asked, obviously amused. “Yes,” I lied. My teacher looked in her class roster and discovered that my middle name was not, in fact, Kathleen. She asked me about it the next day. I just shrugged and pretended that I had been “Kathleen” all along.
By the following week, I had changed my name again to Stephanie.
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