Sunday, September 20, 2009

What's in a Name?

You know, Shakespeare was on to something when he asked us that question. Because really, what IS in a name? 

Our daughter's name is Olive. Yes, like the fruit. And the oil. And Popeye's sweetie, Olive Oyl. No, there is no family connection or history with the name. We just like it. When I was pregnant, I threw it out as a girl option for the little Loch Ness (Nessie for short) creature growing inside me. I LOVED the name. Chris was ok with it. But then, when SHE was born, Chris had the honor of choosing her name and he decided she was an Olive. 

And she is. 

We've tried calling her by our other girl name choices and they don't fit. With a name like Olive, you need to be strong enough to stand up to teasing (yes, we thought about it) and brave enough to walk away. Or kick some a$$ when necessary. Our Olive will have no problem meeting those requirements. 

So again, I ask; what's in a name? Does a name make a person who they are? Or does a person make a name their own? 

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