these two elderly neighbor ladies stopped by my house the other day. they don't know me but they knew i had a baby… they hide out in the bushes and stalk me.
they must have saw me waddling down the street last month or something.
anywho, they may or may not be a little hard of hearing. and they think my daughter's name is dory.
you know… like the fish in finding nemo.
(image from google images)
d o r y.
after repeating myself six times and them still not understanding that her name is S T O R Y i just went with it.
why yes, her name is dory.
they don't get it.
anytime someone asks me her name that is over the age of 40 they give me a puzzled look.
story like the book, people.
story book. story time. read me a story. get it?
her middle name is kate. i am mildly obsessed with the middle name kate. i think it's all sorts of beautiful. and my mom and mother-in-law's names are kathy and kathleen.
(sweet embroidery hoop from my friend nat at take the cannoli)
caleb and i learned our lesson after we had brody. people be crazy about babynames. crazay.
his name means a muddy ditch for those of you wondering. ya heard?
so many people had so much to say about his name, opinions flying around, all over the place. we decided with our future children we would not share their names. it's less likely that someone is going to tell you they hate your child's name when they are holding her in your arms. can i get an amen?
sidenote: there will still be people who tell you hate your child's name when they are holding her. ignore them.
we did tell my family her name once we were sure. my dad hated it and i told him the more he hates a name, the more i love it. thanks dad! my sisters liked it and also had hysterical comments for the other names that were in the running in the beginning that made me laugh so hard i almost wet myself. or maybe i did wet myself. my mom loved it. she smiled and nodded a lot. more people should do that.
i love to hear what you're naming your baby if you want to share. i love to hear different, original names and beautiful, classic ones too. but here's the thing. IT'S YOUR BABY, YO. you name your child what you love. i'll name my child what i love. and i won't ever judge. i promise.
we all ask ourselves, why would someone care what i'm naming my child? but they do, my friends.
oooh, they do.
and, for the unmentioned person that could possibly be related to me, that insisted story is not name…uh, yes it is. and if there wasn't another child in the world named story, which there are plenty of, then we just made it a name. what now.
and now comes the part where i happily tell you i have no baby name regret. which is a real thing… like a disorder or something. google it. i wondered for months after foster was born if we named him the right name. and now i could never imagine him any other name than our little fozzi moe moe. i never wondered with our story girl. when i saw her i knew. and her name kept being confirmed to me over and over again before she was born.
there is so much i pray for story. i pray she is strong and independent. i pray she always sees herself as the beautiful girl she is. i pray for her decisions. i pray for her future. i pray for her to not settle. i pray for her to chase her wildest dreams. i pray for her to embrace her individuality. but most of all? i pray for her heart. i pray that she gives it to the one, true God. that she comes to know Jesus Christ as her personal Lord and Savior.
i pray that her story becomes His story.
i pray that she brings glory to His name.
that in sharing her story she makes His story known.