What is it…that makes a name mean so much?
Years ago when I named my kids I didn’t think about long term. I was young.
My sister gave her boys our maiden name for their middle names and by the time I knew that I already had two kids and they had their names and it was too late to change it. But oh I thought that was so smart. I was so envious she’d had the foresight to do that.
We’ve always been so proud of our extended families. We are proud and loyal to each other. As girls…we don’t get the joy of passing on our dad’s family name.
My dad remarried in his last few years of life. He adopted the woman’s teenage son. I tried very hard to fit in with them and never felt very welcomed. When my dad died his daughters were virtually ignored as everyone was concerned for his wife and son. It was very painful to experience. There was a difficult falling out when she made it painfully obvious in a letter she wanted nothing to do with me so I separated myself from the family. It took years to get to the point where I could think about her without being angry and bitter.
I thank God for that gift. It took prayer and a lot of running.
Her son just got married, I found out tonight. And after all of these years of feeling virtually nothing for them…finding out he’s married, his new wife has my dad’s name and their children will have my dad’s name…I burst into tears.
I felt it deep in my soul. My stomach hurts.
This one is hard to process.