Definition of "name" (according to Webster):
name: (n)1. a word...by which a person...is known, called, or spoken to or of. 2. a word or words expressing some quality considered characteristic or descriptive of a person..., often showing approval or disapproval.
naming: 1. to give a name or title to. 3. to identify by the right name.
Names have meaning.
I've always been a firm believer that it's important to use words appropriately to convey intent clearly. I believe that names have a greater importance than general words. If general words lay the foundation for what is being conveyed, then names are the structures built upon that foundation. Perhaps that's why I'm such a lover of allegories.
When I was born, my parents did not have a name for me. I was nameless for three days. After observing me, they decided that I was very much a Julie, but they did not like the way "Julie Lynn" sounded together. So they named me Julia Lynn and called me Julie. That decision, believe it or not, has shaped my personality more than they could have possibly imagined.
There is a significant part of me that LOVES being a girly-girl. I adore dressing up in fancy dresses for balls or to go to the opera, having my hair done and wearing makeup for those occasions. I'm attracted to victorian style furniture, decor, and jewelry. And I have an uncanny ability of determining (without ever seeing a price tag) that the most expensive item in a store, is exactly the item that I need. I welcome structure, enforce rules, and want everyone to like who I am. That (in my opinion) is the "Julia" in me.
There's another part of me that HATES small talk, chit-chat, and shopping for clothes. I despise wearing shoes for the sake of fashion. I'm clueless as a whole when it comes to fashion and would rather wear jeans and a casual shirt than have to think about what cut and style of clothing looks best on me. I have a significant lack of awareness of time, am easily distracted. The only jewelry I wear is my wedding band, engagement ring, and a simple pair of earrings. I'd rather stay home than have to organize or initiate an outing, but I'm happy to get together with friends as long as someone else is planning the affair. I need others to extend grace to me on a regular basis and I let my temper get the best of me more often than is fitting for a lady. This (in my opinion) is the "Julie" in me.
As a child, I had more of a tendency toward the "Julia" personality. But once I had to face real life, the "Julie" in me took precedence. It wasn't until I was shopping for a wedding gown that I had to physically deal with my internal conflict. I tried on gown after gown (the one in the magazine that was perfect was, of course, WAY out of our price range). One gown would shout "Julia!" whereas the next gown would scream "Julie!" Over and over again I would find one or the other, until finally I put on a dress that encompassed all of me.
So, it's been important to me for quite a while if we were ever blessed with the opportunity to name a child that we choose the correct name.
Initially, when we started talking about names and considering different ones, we didn't know if we were having a boy or a girl. Finding a name for a boy was no struggle. We agreed right away. We simply could not agree on any names for a girl. Names I loved, for both their meaning and sound, he hated. Names he loved, I couldn't stand. Meanwhile, I was sharing our top ten picks with friends and family. It wasn't until after I'd already told several people names that we were considering that DH informed me he wanted to keep the name a secret until the baby arrived, especially since we were having trouble deciding.
I had a conversation with DH last night in which I (half-jokingly) said, "Why doesn't God still do that whole 'send an angel or appear to you in person to tell you what to name your kid' thing? It'd be a LOT easier! Especially since names are so important to Him."
I also told him that there are very few names in the bible that the person didn't turn out to be exactly like the meaning of their name. I told him that I could think of three reasons this might be the case. 1) It could be that names carry such weight and significance that when someone is given a name they are destined to become what that name signifies (this argument goes out the window with a name like Cameron given to someone who was born with a straight nose); 2) It could be that the names in the bible are all allegorical (my least favorite supposition) for the sake of impacting the listener/reader in the retelling of the life and event (the names have been changed to protect the innocent, kind of thing); or 3) It could be that biblical names took on their meaning because of the way the people bearing those names turned out.
Personally, I think options 2 & 3 are very far-fetched. Number 2 would take a whole blog post to debate, but number 3 disregards the fact that people were named at birth with a Hebrew word that sounded like, or actually was, a word with an already set meaning. I am a subscriber to the first theory. I believe that people tend to become what they are named. Whether this is because their parents were compelled to name them something that matched their personality or because words truly do have power, I'm not 100% sure. I'm actually inclined to believe it's a little bit of both. I also think that's why God made such a big deal with specific characters in telling their parents what their child was to be named, because He had huge plans for them.
At the same time, I also believe that our child currently has her personality. That she is who she will become at the core of her being. That God designed her with a specific character that we will have a hand in shaping and training, but that is already there within her. I also believe that He already has a name chosen for her. I just wish He would clue us in on what it is ;-) Have you ever met someone that just didn't fit their name? It's rare, but it happens. And when it does, it's a little off-putting. Truthfully, those are the people I can NEVER remember their names...ever. I almost always want to call them by a name that isn't theirs.
Well, drama has arisen as a result of this whole process of naming our daughter.
My mother was one of the people I had mentioned our top ten list to before being informed by DH that he didn't want to tell people what we would name, or potentially name, our daughter. While I doubt that she specifically remembers all the names that I rattled off, I have no doubt that some of those names stuck in her subconscious.
After I told her that we were not planning to share the names we were considering, she selectively "forgot" that we had said that and decided to try to get me to let her play a guessing game. Why I didn't just walk away, I don't know, but I should have. Sure enough, she guessed the dreaded NICK-NAME of the actual name at the top of our list.
I have a thing against nick-names. They're a nick of a name! They're not the real deal, they're a shortening of it. To me it's like saying part of that person isn't important. If I've chosen a name, it's because of it's meaning. The entire name has significance and I don't want to shorten it. I realize that some people (like my husband) just can't help it because it's their way of creating a term of endearment...I will have to live with that. And some people plan to use the nick-name from the beginning because it encompasses what they want conveyed through the name or what they see in the child. But for me it's like when my husband said, "Hey! We could name her Elizabeth and then call her Beth!" and my response was, "Why not just name her Beth?" His response was, "Because Elizabeth is a beautiful name." So I replied, "Then why not call her Elizabeth?" Nick-names are just lost on me.
So, the drama. My mom said the dreaded nick-name, the one I had told DH that he is the ONLY person I would allow to call our daughter that name because I couldn't stand it and I knew why he loved it and could appreciate that with him. My mother said it with such a look of tenderness and longing...a look that conveyed "that is the most precious name I can think of and I hope I get to call her that one day," that I knew if we decided for certain to go with that name that there was NO WAY I could keep my mom from calling her by the shortened name that I hate. I was angry that she guessed it, I was angry that I allowed her to continue her guessing game, and I was angry that she didn't respect that we didn't want to tell people the name in advance and that included her.
I was able to talk to her about it the next day after I had cooled off a bit and had time to process why I had become angry. Since then, I've also realized that a lot of why I became angry (besides the hormones) is that I struggle very much with pride and stubbornness and with a strong will. A sure way of derailing my thought and making me obsess over something is to assert that something that was originally "my" idea is in fact your idea. Drives me absolutely insane. So the thought of my mother thinking that she essentially named our child, or significantly influenced us in the direction of naming our child, got under my skin faster than you can blink! I immediately texted DH and told him we could NOT use that name, ever, and it took me almost an entire 24 hours to calm down enough to think rationally.
So this morning, I noticed a bunch of people had suddenly commented on a picture in my Facebook pregnancy album. (I've taken great pains not to post those pictures in the main feed for the sake of my infertile friends, and I simply post a status update that I have added new pictures to the album if they're interested in viewing them. Now with that "live feed" side-bar I may as well be posting them on the main feed because once someone comments on the picture it announces it to the world.)
One of the comments this morning was from my mother-in-law, and wouldn't you know that she went and made a comment about a particular name that keeps coming to her mind. The worst part is, it's the middle name that is at the top of the list, which I've recently been wavering on, I might add. It irritated me that she felt compelled to comment, but it irritated me even more that it was in a public forum. At least my mom did her guessing game privately.
Well, this afternoon, my mother-in-law called me and casually mentioned her comment on my photo and said, "I just couldn't help myself," and I held my tongue and kept from saying, "I wish you would have." Instead, I said, "Well, we'll tell people her name when she's born," and she gushed on and on about how absolutely that was what we needed to do and it was a good idea and so on and so forth. And she meant it! And then she proceeded to say, "Well, have you considered [this name]? What about [this one]? I've always liked [this name]. You could always use part of your own name. Do any of your grandmothers have a good name you could use?" I know she's just trying to be helpful, but it reminds me of when people would tell us, "Have you considered adoption?" as if it was something we'd never heard of before and their suggestion of it would be the "aha!" moment we needed to "fix" our infertility! It FEELS like people think we're somehow clueless and incapable when it comes to picking out names.
We're not clueless! We're cautious! A name is a big deal. It's a decision that lasts a lifetime and affects another person for the rest of their life. I told DH this morning that it's as big a decision as deciding to get married! It's a big deal.
I wish I were more like my sisters and could just roll with the tide and swell of people submitting their un-asked-for two cents. I wish I could, with ease and grace, respond with a cute little quip that would make the person know their intent was well-received, but still make them stop at the same time. Unfortunately, the Julia in me is not shining through at this time and the temperamental Julie is getting the better of me.
One of these days, I hope to look back at all this silliness and laugh. In the mean time, I'm having to learn not only to hold my tongue, but also to keep my face from displaying clearly every thought I'm thinking. (And I could use a ton of prayer about my attitude.)
09 January 2012
"Let's start at the very beginning. A very good place to start..."
I began writing this blog about a year after the idea came to mind, when I finally felt like I had something worthwhile to share.
I began writing this blog because I honestly didn't know there were many (if any) blogs being written about infertility and the struggles, heartache, emotions, etc. that go along with it.
I began writing this blog because I felt it was important to have an open dialogue about something, in my experience, most people are uncomfortable talking about and want to push under a rug or wrap up in a nice, neat little package and leave it at the doorstep of Adoption.
I began writing this blog because I had finally begun to sort through the years of struggle we had endured; had finally had enough of the silence; had finally begun viewing our circumstances from a healthy perspective.
I began writing this blog because I knew there were others "out there" struggling, suffering, grieving in silence and I wanted them to know that they were not alone. I wanted them to have a safe place to go to find someone else walking in the land of Infertility.
I took great pains creating a title to the blog. Up to that point, the only blogs I had read were gluten-free blogs, a blog written by a Hooters girl, and personal friends' and family's blogs...all of which had pictures and most of which insisted if you didn't have pictures then no one would read your blog. But I digress.
The blog name I chose was one I thought would grow with me as I grew and grow with our family as it grew.
You see, when I first decided to write the blog, I knew that I was finally content with our circumstances. And it's been my experience in life that just when I get comfortable with how God has things, He changes them. So, while I didn't know that our family was going to expand as quickly as it did, I knew that something was liable to change...even if that something was simply my contentment with circumstances.
I've been thinking for months that I need to get back to blogging. But each time that thought entered my mind it was immediately followed by the question, "But what would I say?" Then today, my Dear Husband made the comment to me, all the way from Kuwait, that it had been forever since I had posted on my blog. I knew then that I couldn't put it off any longer.
My target audience has always been people struggling with infertility and the people that are close to them. When I wanted nothing more than to be pregnant, I honestly didn't want to hear the ramblings of a pregnant person...whether they had experienced Infertility or not, unless of course their ramblings had nothing to do with their pregnancy.
But I couldn't very well start rambling about my daily life when the entire topic of my blog is about the journey through Infertility.
The irony is, my Dear Husband and I are actually STILL walking on the journey through Infertility. This pregnancy hasn't miraculously cured us of the problems that have kept us from getting pregnant over the last 7 1/2 years. We still get angry when we know people who readily terminate a pregnancy simply because it's inconvenient, and we still tell them "We'll adopt the baby if you'll take it to term." We still get annoyed when we see and hear parents take their kids for granted and fail to recognize what a blessing they are.
Our perspective has been forever changed. We will never view pregnancy, children, or parenthood from a "fertile" mindset.
One of my dear friends who has two beautiful daughters through IVF helped me see early on that Infertility doesn't disappear once a pregnancy is achieved. Although there are those unique stories of women who never struggle to get pregnant after their first pregnancy, in many circumstances this is not the norm. My aforementioned friend shared with me that she still catches herself wondering each month if maybe this month they will be pregnant. At the time, I had it in my head that if I could just get pregnant then all the pain would disappear. Her words brought home the reality that pregnancy isn't always the remedy for, or antidote to, Infertility.
So, here I sit, pregnant, with a precious little girl kicking inside of me even as I type these words, wondering what to do about this blog that has become a tremendous source of encouragement for me.
As I typed out the sentence, "Our perspective has been forever changed," just a moment ago, I was struck by the fact that with this pregnancy, our Infertile perspective has also been changed.
We are still on this journey. But the emotions we face now and the struggles we are encountering are new and uncharted. We don't fit in the Fertile world. We never will, and I'm thankful for that because I appreciate the different perspective we've been granted through our struggle.
But we also don't fit entirely in the Infertile world because (despite my husband being deployed for the duration), we are experiencing what is often the deepest longing of couples enduring Infertility...the presence and experience of life growing inside of my body, forever changing our world, forever changing our perspective.
I long to continue writing this blog.
I long to continue offering encouragement to those struggling with Infertility.
I long to continue to have growing friendships with those I have met online through this blog.
I long to be true to my readers.
But I am unsure as to how to proceed. It doesn't seem right, whether the name lends itself to the expansion of our family or not, to begin writing about the experiences of pregnancy.
I would appreciate reading thoughts and comments from you, my readers, on ideas you may have as to how I can still be an encouragement in the midst of this transition.