#DailyPost: Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?
Do you love your name? Because I love mine. Sounds old a bit but not archaic (I think or hope so). Unlike most people as is customary in my society, I wasn’t named after any family relative. Some others also choose to name their kids after someone they deem honorable with the hopes that they would grow up to pick up their desirable traits.
My dad and I share a name along with some personality traits; strengths and weaknesses alike. I can’t imagine myself being called anything else. Neither can I imagine any of my friends being called by different names. As temperamentally diverse as we are, our names sort of define us perfectly. Sometimes I wonder, do we define our names by our personalities or do our names determine how we turn out to be? Could be the same dilemma with the chicken and egg issue of which existed first.
I don’t know how my name came about; whether my parents planned it after finding out about my existence or the name spontaneously popped in their heads when I arrived but I’m grateful for the name regardless. I took a minute to Google the meaning of my name and I discovered something interesting. It actually has a French origin, which means “May Jehovah add;” according to sheknows.com. It was further confirmed by babynamewizard.com that Josephine means “God will add/increase.” I also read a couple of interesting definitions posted by various people on UrbanDictionary.com. I think I fell in love with my name…all over again. 😘
It’s refreshing to know my name is synonymous to increase and fruitfulness. I am also challenged to fulfill what my name entails in everything I come into contact with, be it a project or relationship (personal and professional). Let me know if you need a little Josephine in your life, ayt? 🙂
I remember wishing I was given a ‘cool’ name back in primary like some of my colleagues (which I can’t even remember one now) because it made them look suited for the generation. But not being able to recall those names shows how irrelevant that is to me now. Now, one can’t help but be bemused what was going through the heads of some parents to name their kids the way they do these days. Some kids grow up to be as complicated as their names and though you can’t blame a name for how its bearer turned out, you can’t help but feel the parent did the child a great disservice in the first place.
I’m proud of my name and I hope you are of yours too. I think it brings out the best and worst in me in an imperfectly perfect way. It is not just a proper noun I write down or pronounce to introduce myself to others. It is my identity. I believe that’s how God sees me and expects me to be known by.
What does your name mean and how does it challenge you? Do you wish you were called by another name and why do you think so? Have you ever met someone who you think doesn’t wear his/her name right and should have been name differently? Please tell me; I’m dying to know!