Ugh...
Even before we were born, our parents have been searching for THE perfect name. Our name.
Well, the good thing about naming babies, is that it somehow gives us a sense of dignity. That as individuals, we have the capacity to be whoever we want to be. (As a child, we used to hear the story about Adam and Eve, right after they were created, God named them immediately. And, if my memory serves me correctly, God also designated Adam to name the animals)
On a flipside, names can also be misconstrued. More often than not, it becomes a label that defines us. Limiting us. Take for instance, a nursery rhyme that defines you by the day you were born...
"Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good in every way."
Good thing I was born on a monday, phew! Just imagine wednesday's challenging life. And if this nursery rhyme was true, then I must be fair of face. But I am more than a fair face, what if I was also fair and wise and good in every way? There is more to me than my label. More to me than my name.
P.S.
When school started, and the teacher would do a roll call, I immediately knew it when the teacher was about to call my name. The first tell tale sign was their frown. Followed by head scratching, and a futile attempt to utter the first syllable of my name. Feeling as though my name was a tongue twister. This gave me a sense of pride. That I am unique because of my unique name.
2010-Out of boredom, I googled my unique name to see if there was anyone out in the universe who beared the same name as I do, not really expecting any results.
