It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those close to us. It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger than to relieve the loneliness and pain of someone unloved in our own home. Bring love into your home for this is where our love for each other must start. -Mother Teresa

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

What's in a name?

What's in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.

-William Spakespeare in Romeo and Juliet

One of the duties expectant parents usually start off enjoying is choosing a name. 

In the case of our biological children, we did not share names until we met our children. Meaning: it was a secret. Well, with Nancy is was a total secret and with JoJo we discussed it a little but gave no affirming answers. In both cases, we had two names for girls picked out, but were waiting to figure out which one went best with our child. (In both cases we didn't find out the gender so we really didn't have a clue which names we would use!) 

I know that all names involve personal opinion. That is the main reason we didn't share our baby name ideas when we were having our biological children. It was our choice and we didn't want your opinion! 

After we named our children there was plenty of opinions shared. For example:

In Nancy's case an Aunt of mine laughed when she met Nancy for the first time and said, "I still think that is not a good name for a kid. It is an old lady name."    Ummmm, don't you think that all the old ladies named Nancy were once kids so wouldn't that make it also a kid name? 

In Jo's case, the nurse (a terrible nurse named Robin  who I will always remember for not only her incompetence but also her rudeness) said, "People are going to call her Josie Gross-e. You'll be sorry."  JoJo may only be 4 years old (almost 5, just ask her) but so far no one has ever called her fact, almost no one calls her Josie!  

As expectant adoptive parents we are finding that names are still a minefield...of personal history, identity, and worth. In addition to the personal preferences of both parent and child. 

We aren't quite ready to publicly reveal the names of our girls yet. (Well, since they aren't adopted, they aren't even their names yet.) But they have decided on what they want to be called. To be honest, both names are ones that weren't on my short list...or my long list.

I am letting them grow on me.

I am practicing calling my daughters by those names. 

I wear little silver rings with the first letter of both of the names. While visiting the orphanage,  one of their friends pointed to my rings and asked about them.

It was a milestone moment when I explained it was, "S for (name) and M for (name)."

 I could literally see how much having parents means to them. 

It changed them physically. That sounds like an over exaggeration but it is true. 

In that moment, there was a change in their countenance and their posture.

There was a change in their eyes. 

As their mama, I saw there was also change in their hearts. 

What's in a name?

A lot more than you think.

In case you were wondering: 
M = N1
S = N2 


  1. I can't wait to hear their Robey names.
    Love the rings, too. Etsy?