Has anyone ever asked you how you were named? Do you have an interesting story?
I feel (as a parent) that a child's name should have significance... meaning... a good story to tell why they are named the name that they are. So when someone asks them, they can hold their head high and proud and tell their story.
Maybe I feel this way because of my story... here is the story of how I was named...
My parents hadn't found out the sex that I was... it was common practice back then, but they had picked out names. (Come to think of it, I never thought to ask what boy name was picked for me...)
Anyways, I was supposed to be named Teresa Marie (for Mother Teresa and the Mother Mary - my dad was a devote catholic.) At the time my mom was pregnant with me, my dad was an adjunct college English professor in Alaska. He wrote a story about an Indian father who had to name his child before it was born. The Indian father named his child "Dawn" for the dawning of the day. My dad did a lot of writing at the time and didn't ever tell my mom about that story that he had written. My mom came across that story one day as she was cleaning up the house. She read it, but thought nothing more of it. The morning I was born (at 4:56 am), my dad (not knowing my mom had read the story) hesitantly asked my mom "Could we name her Dawn instead?" Since my mom had read the story, she immediately understood and said, "Yes! It fits her perfectly!" They didn't want to COMPLETELY get rid of the names that they had mulled over, so my whole name is Dawn Marie Therese.
I love telling that story.
I love that I have a story.
Tell me your story.
The Day The Sky Went Silent
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