Elise Barbara
Shakespeare once asked “What’s in a name?”
True that in its simplest form, it’s really just something
we use to address one another. I think, however, that a name has become more
than just something we call ourselves.
My husband and I always wanted our children’s names to be
something kind of unique and hold special meaning. When we thought we were
having a boy, we found it very difficult to land on a name that fit into both
of those categories. We never had a problem with our baby girl’s name.
We chose it in college before we even got married. (Yep, we
are one of THOSE couples!)
Elise Barbara McVay will be the name of our first born.
Elise is simply a beautiful name that hasn’t been used too
often in recent years. We like that we can shorten it to Ellie (which we call
her often), but it’s also elegant enough to sound good if she happens to grow
up be an attorney or something fancy like that!
Barbara is the part of the name that is definitely unique
and holds a very special meaning for both me and my husband. Both our
grandmothers just happened to be named Barbara. Both women are particularly
special to us both. Unfortunately, my husband never got the opportunity to meet
my Mema. This breaks my heart a little, because I know she would’ve loved him
so much. And I really feel like he was cheated out of meeting one hell of a
woman.
It also breaks my heart to know that Elise won’t get to meet
her namesake on this earth. I’d like to think that she’s already met her in
heaven and my Mema sent her down to us as a very special delivery. I also like
to think Mema is up there taking care of our first little one that couldn’t
make it here to be with us.
My Mema was quite a lady. She had many talents in life,
including (but certainly not limited to) sewing, cake decorating, cooking,
flower arranging, child care, and just all around a sweet woman who was never
short on hugs. Mema used to throw all my
cousins and I a slumber party a few times a year. Even as she lost her health,
she
was always happy to have us over and spend time with us.
Each one was themed and some are even on tape for us to remember forever.
Though I know I speak for all my cousins when I say the tapes aren’t necessary
for memories.
Losing Mema to a long fight against breast cancer in 2005
was one of the hardest things my family has had to go through. Even though she’d
been sick for a while, I don’t think any of us were prepared to handle such a
loss. She was the center of our family and she made every holiday and family
event a happy memory.
I wish I had gotten to spend more time with her as an adult.
I feel like as much as I know about her, it’s not enough and I wish I had been
mature enough to know that I would want to know more about her as a person and
not just as a grandma. Sometimes I have dreams about her. In those dreams, we
just sit and talk. I am not really sure what we talk about, but it always
leaves me feeling warm and cozy inside. Just like I did sitting on her couch on
Christmas morning, laughing hysterically at family jokes and opening presents
together. I can’t wait for Elise to have these experiences with my mother and
mother in law. She is definitely blessed in the grandmother department.
My husband has something he wanted to write about his
grandmother. She has also become very special to me. Going to her house and
spending time with her reminds me of Mema’s so much. It’s always a joy to visit
and I’ve felt like a part of that family from day one. We feel so blessed to
have not just one, but two wonderful women to name our daughter after.
To me
one of the most exciting and nerve-wracking things about having a child has
been what to call her. I really never
thought I would be able to settle on one particular name that would identify
our daughter for the rest of her life. I’ve always wanted my children’s names
to be something that one day they would be able to sit down and think about and
say, “You know I really like my name”.
One of the things I’ve never really liked about my own name is how
common it seems to be with guys my age.
I’m pretty sure every boy born in 1985 is named Josh. My parents swear they didn’t see that coming.
It’s not that I hate my name. I have
just always had to wonder if that person I didn’t recognize who was calling my
name was actually trying to get my attention or one the 7 other guys that
turned around to respond. On the other
hand, my middle name is something I do appreciate. I’m named after my great-grandfather, John
Nelson. He was a great man and I am fiercely
proud to carry his name. This kind of carrying
on tradition is part of what make family, family.
At the
same time I didn’t want any of what I call “yuppy names.” You know the ones I mean. The stereotypical
soccer mom gets out of her stereotypical soccer mom wagon and calls to her
stereotypically-named kids, all while sipping Starbucks and texting on her
iPhone. The super trendy, uniquely un-unique
kind of cutesy names she would be
embarrassed about if her name ends up on a business card or letterhead one
day. I want my kids to stand out. I want them to be their own people from the
minute they are born. I want them to be
strong. I wanted a name for our daughter
that really means something to her. We
chose Elise because we think it fits her.
We chose Barbara because of what it means to us. One name to be hers and one name to share
with our families in honor of two ladies that have had an immeasurable impact
on our lives.
My
grandmother is truly an amazing person; so much so that I have absolutely no
reservations about naming my first-born after her. She is so strong in her way. All 4 feet, 11 inches (or so). And probably the kindest person I’ve ever
met. That’s what I want my little girl
to be. It won’t be the name that does it
but it certainly won’t hurt.
She won’t
have the most popular name of the girls in her class, but if she is anything
like her namesakes she won’t need to.
I just want to say that Josh is brilliant. I wish more men felt this way about names! Beautiful story, you two! Thank you for sharing it!
ReplyDelete"Omoro held Kunta up for all the nation to behold", "Mufasa took Simba to Pride Rock and held him as the future king". I think perhaps other than the decision to bring another being into this world, the naming of the child is paramount. Josh, there is more to the naming story for you. Most definately you were named for the greatest man I've ever known. However, we discussed John,Johnny,J,Jay,Jay N.,J.N.,JonJon and Jack. Joshua jumped from the pages of the old testament as the great military leader of the Bible. We were too young and nieve to even know that there was a top 100 names of 1985 list. We just liked it better than the other J.N. names that were on the list. Grandpa cried when I handed you to him and said, "Here, you can hold Joshua Nelson". He was so surprised. He said "Hey, J.N., that's the same as me", as if everyone there didn't already know. He was so humble that he couldn't believe we did that on purpose. A quarter of a century later it still makes me tear up. Yep, its that important and Elise Barbara McVay has the same sort of ring to it. Of course I didn't know Mema but if she was half the person that Bobbie Henderson is, she was one of the most special people in the world. Im still holding out for a New Year's Day Baby Ellie but can you put a pony in your backyard in Abilene? Santa could deliver one...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful name for a little girl who will no doubt be beautiful inside and out. Thanks for sharing this story :)
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