I used to be quite unhappy with my name-back when I was 7 or 8 or so. I really and truly wanted to change it.
I desperately wanted to be named Phillip.
There was another time, when I was much younger, that I would tell people my name was Dorothy. It was after I’d seen the movie Wizard of Oz, and it was more a case of being star struck by Judy Garland than anything else. Maybe it was her blue checkered dress, or her braids. Or the fact that she had her own dog, and lived on a farm. I’m not sure.
Wanting to be Phillip was a completely different story. I wasn’t star struck by anyone with that name, but I was desperate to have the name for its meaning. Lover of horses. And that I was. So much so that I wanted to marry one when I was grown up. Yes, I hadn't discovered boys yet.
I love the meaning behind Amy’s name. Beloved. Long before she came into the picture, I used to think about all of the people in the world who were dear to me, and I would think of them collectively as my “Beloveds.” And when considering baby names, years ago (almost 17 years, now) there was a lot of discussion over boy names, but not so for girl names. I’d always thought Amy to be such a pretty name, and when I discovered it’s meaning I was thrilled. Because my daughter truly is that.
My own name means strong. It’s doesn't seem so undesirable now. I still like horses, but I’m not crazy about them any more. I’ve moved on to other interests. And if I ever take that weight lifting class, I’ll be set.
So tell me, what does your name mean? Does it fit who you are?