Do you know why your parents named you what they did? Perhaps you have chosen a name besides what you were given at birth. What's your story?
My mother wanted to name me Rachel. My dad vetoed that, because my oldest (half) sister is Rae Lyn, and he thought it would be redundant. My mother then suggested Rebecca. He vetoed that, too- he said it was "too biblical" (my father is pretty staunchly U/U).
But see, Jimmy Carter was running for president the year I was born. And his nine year old daughter's name was
Amy. My parents both supported Carter, and my dad suggested the name. After finding out that it means "beloved", my mother agreed. They gave me the middle name of Marie, after my dad's sister, and various other ancestors. And here I am.
And I'll tell my sister's story, too, since she doesn't post in LJ anymore.
Before my sister and I came along, my mother really wanted a boy. She had picked out the name Martin David- the former after Martin Luther, and Martin Luther King jr, and the middle name after someone very special to her- for her first son. When my sister was born a girl, my mother was at a bit of a loss, as my parents really hadn't discussed girls names.
The pastor of the church my mother was attending at the time suggested that there is a female version of Martin, and it would sound very pretty if it were the Germanic version, rather than the English version. So she became Marta. Not Martha, as many people make the mistake; drop the "h", and it becomes a version from many different cultures. My parents gave her the middle name of Elisabeth, after my mother's mother.
I like these stories, and I like our names. I think they suit us well. And looking back and contemplating all this, I realize that my sister and I do our namesakes proud. And that makes me feel really good.
So if you'd like, leave me your story in the comments. I'll screen them, but if you say its okay, I'll unscreen your comment so others can see your story.