what’s in a name
September 23, 2016 § 1 Comment
Mother is my first name, my favorite word.
As a child I wished for another name for self. Marie was my grandmother’s middle name. My middle name, my mother’s. Both wore like ill-fitting hand-me-downs.
I did not yet know that we name children in languages of sentiment and hope. Motherhood has made me mindful of the tenderness with which we gift one another belonging and individuality.
I have also come to understand we are forever becoming the person remembered by a name too small to eclipse a single lifetime.
One word begins a story that strings exceptionally ordinary moments into an extraordinary lifetime.
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Exactly Marie, you can get 10 people with the same name…and they will all glow so differently with the love that they are…all a very different story, all unique for the beauty they create within 🙂