When I was a little girl, I dreamed of having a family – of girls. As the only girl in a family filled with boys, I’d had enough of men-in-development.
I grew and so did my interest men, culminating with falling in love with my husband. It was only with him that I could imagine having a family. This family, I hoped, would include both boys and girls.
Looking back, the names that I thought I would give my children were never considered. But then, I didn’t know my husband and I certainly had no idea of how my family would come to be.
All of my children carry family names; they tie them to us and to generations of strong, vibrant family members. My younger kids came with names, so they also carry those to connect them with their birth families and rich birth cultures.
So, tell me, what’s in a name? You can respond here or share over at Grown in My Heart’s carnival.