Mom Gets Harsh Criticism After Naming Her Daughter After A Disney Character

An Australian mom named Indy Clinton may only be twenty-five years old, but she knows what she wants when it comes to her newborn daughter’s name. After the 25-year-old mom from Sydney, Australia gave birth to her newborn daughter, she decided to name the child Bambi, after the classic Disney character and in honor of Molly-Mae Hague’s newborn child, Bambi – but lots of people online have shared their hatred for this chosen baby name and mom Indy Clinton doesn’t care one lick about their criticisms.

Indy skyrocketed to fame on the Chinese social media platform, TikTok, where she shares quirky videos that feature her sexy looks and her family. Clinton turned to TikTok to reveal that she could not “believe the coincidence” that she named her daughter Bambi after Love Islander Molly-Mae announced the same baby name on Instagram, revealing that she had named her baby daughter Bambi as well.

Indy has loved Disney’s movie Bambi since she was a little girl. She also purchased a copy of Bambi in a storybook, which she regularly reads to her 2-year-old son, Navy. Because she loved Bambi so much, it was only natural for the 25-year-old Aussie mom to name her newborn daughter after her favorite Disney character from the classic movie.

Originally, Indy planned to name her newborn daughter Paloma. However, she met the girl and was immediately struck by her “sweet, curious nature,” not to mention her “big, brown eyes.” She was immediately reminded of the Disney cartoon character and threw all her baby name plans out the window to name her child Bambi instead of Paloma.

Indy’s daughter is now four months old, but her extended family is still surprised that the TikTok mom chose to name her human child after a Disney cartoon baby deer.

“Four months ago, when I was giving birth, I was convinced Bambi was the most unique, unusual name that nobody would use.

“Good on Molly-Mae, though. It looks like great minds think alike. We were set on calling her Paloma at first. That was her name, and nothing was going to change that. But I was reading the book to Navy one night, and it came to me.”

The TikTok mom claimed that the moment she decided to name her newborn daughter after the Disney character was like lightning striking.

“I sat up and yelled, ‘what about Bambi?’ and from then on, it stuck.”

People have criticized Molly-Mae’s daughter’s name on social media. Although people are criticizing the same name that Indy chose for her daughter, now four months old, she doesn’t care if people don’t like it because she absolutely loves the Disney character name for her child.

“You know, unique names are the new trend,” the 25-year-old mom said. “Bambi is going to fit right in with the Rivers, Bears, Forests, Stormis, and Wolfs. I’d be more concerned calling my kid a name from the 1900s. People will criticize anything these days, so at least give them something to talk about.”

My MIL Abandoned My Daughter 20 Years Ago, Claiming She Wasn’t Her Son’s – Now She’s Back with Flowers and Cake to Win Us Over

Kicked out into the cold with her newborn and nowhere to go, a widowed Cindy rebuilt her life. Twenty years later, her mother-in-law, who abandoned her granddaughter by claiming she wasn’t her son’s, arrived at their doorstep, smiling with an olive branch and a hidden motive.

Twenty years ago, my life shattered. The first week after my husband Josh died felt like being stuck in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. He was my world, my partner, my best friend… my everything.

But a car accident took him just a month after our daughter, Laurel, was born. Losing him was like losing the ground beneath me. And with baby by my side, I was clinging to whatever strength I could muster to face life head-on.

A woman holding a newborn baby | Source: Pexels

A woman holding a newborn baby | Source: Pexels

Moving in with my mother-in-law, Margaret, seemed like the only option. I thought, “Maybe there’s still a lifeline here.” I hoped she’d support me — support us — but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

One night, as I rocked Laurel to sleep, Margaret stormed into the living room, her sharp heels clicking against the wooden floor. I knew something was wrong the moment I saw her. Her lips were pressed tight, and she was gripping my suitcase like it had offended her.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she snapped, throwing the bag down by my feet. “You need to leave. This isn’t a free ride.”

I rose, stunned. “Margaret, what are you talking about?”

She crossed her arms, her gaze cutting through me like a knife. “That baby? She’s not Josh’s. And I won’t have you leeching off me while pretending she is.”

An angry senior woman pointing her finger | Source: Midjourney

An angry senior woman pointing her finger | Source: Midjourney

The room spun. “What are you saying? She’s his daughter—”

“Spare me the tears.” Her voice was ice cold. “You cheated on my son. Get out.”

I don’t remember much after that. Just packing the little I could grab, holding Laurel close as we stepped into the freezing night. That was the first of many nights on park benches, trying to shield her from the cold while her cries echoed in my ears.

If it weren’t for my best friend Eden, I don’t know where we’d be. She found us when I was at rock bottom, shivering outside a coffee shop, trying to warm up Laurel’s bottle.

“Cindy? Oh my God, what happened?” she asked, pulling me inside before I could protest.

A shocked woman covering her mouth | Source: Pexels

A shocked woman covering her mouth | Source: Pexels

From that moment, she became our guardian angel.

Eden gave us a place to stay, helped me find work, and eventually, I got back on my feet. It wasn’t much… just a one-room apartment with creaky floors and a leaky faucet. But it was ours.

The years passed, and while I saw Margaret around town now and then, she never so much as glanced my way. Not at the grocery store, not even when we were within a few feet of each other.

It was like we didn’t exist for each other.

An annoyed senior woman in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney

An annoyed senior woman in a grocery store | Source: Midjourney

Fast forward 20 years, and Laurel was thriving. She was in nursing school, bright and compassionate, with a future so much bigger than the one Margaret tried to take from us.

For her 20th birthday, we kept it simple. Eden, Jake (Laurel’s boyfriend), and I shared stories and laughter over the chocolate cake I’d baked.

And then came the unexpected knock on the door.

A delighted young woman celebrating her birthday | Source: Midjourney

A delighted young woman celebrating her birthday | Source: Midjourney

I opened it, and there she was — Margaret, looking polished as ever, holding a bouquet of white roses and a plastic cake container. Her smile was that same forced sweetness I remembered.

“Cindy,” she said, her voice syrupy. “It’s been so long. May I come in?”

Before I could respond, she breezed past me, stepping into the living room like she owned the place.

Her eyes landed on Laurel. “Oh, my! Look at you! You’re all grown up… just like your grandmother!”

Laurel blinked, glancing between me and Margaret. “Mom, who is this?”

A smiling older lady holding a bouquet of white roses | Source: Midjourney

A smiling older lady holding a bouquet of white roses | Source: Midjourney

Margaret gasped, clutching her chest like it hurt her. “You mean your mother NEVER told you about me? I’m your GRANDMOTHER, darling. I’ve thought about you every single day.”

Eden’s fork clinked against her plate. “She’s joking, right?”

Margaret shot her a withering look before turning her attention back to Laurel. “I’ve missed so much of your life. But I’m here now. I want to make things right.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Make things right?” My voice was sharp, cutting through the room. “You abandoned us, Margaret. You called Laurel a mistake and tossed us out in the middle of winter. Now you want to play the doting grandmother?”

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A woman frowning | Source: Midjourney

Margaret waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, Cindy, don’t exaggerate. It’s water under the bridge. What matters is that we’re together now.”

Laurel rose from the couch, her face unreadable. “I need a minute.” She walked into the kitchen, and I followed her, my heart racing.

“Laurel, don’t let her get in your head,” I said the moment we were alone.

She leaned against the counter, her arms crossed. “What happened back then, Mom? Why didn’t you ever tell me about her?”

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A distressed woman standing in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney

I swallowed hard, the memories flooding back. “Because she didn’t deserve to be part of your life. She kicked us out when we needed her most, Laurel. She called you…” My voice cracked. “She said you weren’t Josh’s. That you weren’t his daughter.”

Laurel’s jaw tightened. “She said that?”

I nodded. “She only cares about herself. Don’t fall for this act.”

She took a deep breath, then placed a hand on my arm. “I trust you, Mom. I just… I need to handle this my way.”

A heartbroken senior woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken senior woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

When we returned to the living room, Laurel sat across from Margaret, her posture relaxed but her eyes steel-sharp. “Why this sudden change of heart,” she said, each word measured, “after 20 years of silence? Did you just remember we exist?”

Margaret hesitated. The silence stretched, brittle as old glass, before she sighed dramatically. “Well, dear, I won’t mince words. I’m not here for lengthy explanations. I need something from you and the family. I’ve fallen on hard times. My health is failing, and I thought… well, family should take care of family.”

A charged silence filled the room. Eden’s jaw dropped. Jake muttered a single, stunned, “Unbelievable!”

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An older woman sitting on the couch and smiling | Source: Midjourney

Laurel’s head tilted, a movement both curious and predatory. “You want us to take care of you?”

“Just a little help,” Margaret said, her hand fluttering to her chest in a performance of vulnerability. “I’ve missed so much of your lives. Isn’t it only fair?”

I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. “FAIR? You think it’s fair to throw my late husband’s widow and newborn out into the cold, brand her a liar, and now sweep in asking for help?”

Margaret’s fingers clutched her pearls, her indignation rising like a carefully rehearsed act. “I’ve apologized, haven’t I? And clearly, you’ve done well for yourselves. Surely you can spare a little generosity.”

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Side shot of an older woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

Her tone shifted, becoming plaintive. “Nobody wants to care for me now. My own daughter is ready to ship me off to a nursing home. I just want to be loved and cared for in my golden years.”

Laurel remained silent. I watched the calculations behind her eyes as she studied the woman who had so casually discarded us years ago. Margaret, seemingly oblivious, continued her self-serving monologue.

“I’m simply suggesting,” she purred, a predatory softness in her voice, “that I could use a place to stay. Here, perhaps. With my darling granddaughter. Think of all the moments we could share.”

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An older woman shrugging | Source: Midjourney

Eden’s restraint snapped. “You’ve got audacity,” she said, her voice razor-edged. “This is the granddaughter you left homeless, in case that convenient memory of yours has forgotten.”

Margaret dismissed the comment with a wave of her hand, as if swatting away an inconvenient truth. “Oh, let’s not dwell on ancient history. We’re here now, aren’t we? We’re family. And that’s what truly matters.”

Jake snorted. “Family? That’s rich coming from you, lady!”

Margaret ignored him, turning to Laurel. “I was hoping I could stay here for a while. Just until I get back on my feet.”

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Close-up shot of a serious-looking young man in a room | Source: Midjourney

Eden raised an eyebrow. “You want to live here? With them? After everything you’ve done? Wow!”

Margaret’s tone turned defensive. “Oh, let’s not dredge up the past. I’ve apologized—”

“No, you haven’t,” I interrupted. “Not once.”

Margaret’s eyes narrowed at me. “I’m here now. Isn’t that enough?”

Laurel’s voice emerged, calm yet unyielding. “You want me to let you live here? After you threw my mom and me out?”

Margaret’s practiced smile wavered. “Darling, it was a mistake. Surely you can understand—”

An angry young lady frowning | Source: Midjourney

An angry young lady frowning | Source: Midjourney

“What I understand,” Laurel interrupted, each word cutting like glass, “is that my mom gave up everything for me. She worked herself to exhaustion, went without even the little coziness in life so that I could have enough. And you?” Her eyes blazed. “You stayed in your big house and pretended we didn’t exist.”

A flush of crimson spread across Margaret’s cheeks. “I was grieving!”

“So was she!” Laurel’s voice erupted, trembling with a lifetime of suppressed pain. “But she never abandoned me. You don’t get to waltz back now and ask for anything. You’re NOT my grandmother. You’re just someone who showed up with hollow gestures, hoping we’d forget everything and embrace you.”

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An older lady gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

Margaret’s mouth worked soundlessly, her carefully constructed facade crumbling.

Laurel rose, her stance resolute despite the tears glimmering in her eyes. “You need to leave. Now.”

A desperate plea flickered in Margaret’s gaze as she looked first at me, then back at Laurel. “You’ll regret this.”

Laurel didn’t waver. “No. I won’t. Goodbye, Margaret.”

The door closed with a sharp, piercing click as Margaret stormed out.

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A furious young lady with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

Silence filled the room like a held breath. Then Laurel turned, pulling me into a fierce embrace.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” she whispered.

“You didn’t have to defend me,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.

“Yes,” she replied, her tone brooking no argument, “I did. You’re my family. You’re the one who’s always been there.”

An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

Eden’s voice sliced through the tension, light and irreverent. “Well, that was quite the performance. Who’s ready for cake?”

We laughed. For the first time in 20 years, I felt a profound sense of peace fill my heart. Margaret and her empty apologies meant nothing. Laurel and I had built something genuine, something unbreakable.

As I watched my daughter slice the cake, surrounded by love and laughter, I couldn’t help but reflect on how far we’d come. We weren’t just surviving… we were truly living.

A cheerful woman holding her 20th birthday cake | Source: Midjourney

A cheerful woman holding her 20th birthday cake | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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