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What´s in a name?

2 Aug

My name marked me deeply. When I was about 13 my mom gave the book after whose main character she named me. The character was a nice, brave young woman who adored children. It’s tough to say if I would have wound up as a devoted summer camp counselor, youth group leader and later elementary school teacher if I hadn’t decided that since I had been named after that specific character I had to be exactly like her. So even before I found out I was pregnant I knew my daughter’s name couldn’t just be a name we liked.

 

When we found out I was pregnant Devoted Daddy and I started looking for a girl’s name since according to family tradition if we had a boy he would be named after my father in law.  At first we thought about Mary Anne since Devoted Daddy was buying tickets online to a Leonard Cohen concert when the little blue line appeared. But Mary Anne was a complex, confusing name for a Mexican girl and we didn’t particularly like either Mary or Anne as stand alone names. I also flirted with Paulina (Pauline in Spanish) but the name sounding nice was just no enough. Finally one day while having one of our wonderful midnight chats we started thinking about songs we liked that actually mentioned names: Julia… (Nah song too sad), Yolanda (yucky name), Suzanne (inMexico? No way! Eleanor (for a 40 year old woman maybe … ) Lucy…

 

Lucy sounded lovely, the song full of beautiful, happy images…We slept on it and by the next morning we eagerly turned on the computer to Google its meaning: light. Lovely. Prefect. I also read a blog entry about boho parents choosing vintage names like Lucy and loved the idea of my daughter having a vintage name. We also thought about possible nicknames: Lu sounded really cute (I have an issue with nickname since my name doesn’t really have one which in a nickname loving culture like Mexico is a huge pain)  Then we thought we could give her a Hebrew name that had the same meaning and even started with the same letter. Liora. Perfect. And so it was settled: our baby girl would be named Lucy.

Over this 20 months Lucy has been called Lu, Lula, Lulita, Lucita, Lucecita, Lucre, Lucrecia, Lulabian, Lulita, Lulián, Yuyi, Lulu, plus ten thousand other unrelated nicknames courtesy of Devoted Daddy´s worship of  playing around with words. And Lucy’s name fits her perfectly: like the song she is beautiful, happy, colorful and especially full of light. Our little girl has this marvelous quality which shines trough: like her name she lights any room she walks into with the happy smile that reaches her eyes and makes them sparkle and the honest, friendly “hola!” she gives away so freely, with the deep belly laughs and the contagious excitement with which she lives every single second.

 

Oh and for all of those who insist we named our daughter after LSD here is John Lennon and Paul McCartney explaining why that just isn’t so: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sI4rhDnrqHg

 

(Please be sure to tell my 15 year old daughter that when the time comes)

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