Visited LovesHerShoes and YogaMate yesterday, and inhaled a chocolate mud slice, and breathed in their gorgeous babies, and soaked in their birth stories. The topic of names came up, and both new mothers soon discovered that, had they been each blessed with a boy, they would have both named their young’un “Zachary”.
Which, as it turns out, is a gorgeous coincidence. However, LovesHerShoes then went on to tell us what her doctor had said when he learnt of their chosen boy’s name.
“No,” he said in mock gravity, gearing up no doubt for the punchline.
Which was, “You can’t name him Zachary because then people would say, ‘His face… looks egg-Zachary like his arse.'”
For months now, Tony and I have been asked whether we’ve decided on a name, which would then follow with a slightly expectant air of us telling them. And for months, we’ve politely resisted. Partly because it’s the one surprise we really want to keep for ourselves, now that everyone knows it’s a she. But mostly because we want to avoid punchlines such as the aforementioned. I have a sense of humour, but there’s something almost primal and very, very personal about the naming of a child.
Which is why what I’m about to do takes some measure of courage.
The middle name, Tony and I had long decided, would be a Chinese name. Single character, sounding phonetically like an English name, but with all the weight, symbolism and almost OTT flowery-ness that Chinese names do with such panache. And because I am the banana Asian in this marriage (yellow on the outside, rather white on the inside), the responsibility of such name searching fell to me.
In the end, I found a Chinese character I loved the sound of. I love it even more for how well it balances the meaning of the first name. And if a name is a wish your heart makes for your offspring, then apparently we would like Blobette to be imbued with, among a long list of other fine traits,
the “divine sagacity of sages”.
What does that even mean! I had to whip out a dictionary to confirm I understood half those words. But there we go. Great wisdom, complementing great internal and external beauty. As McDonald’s would say, it’s just a little bit fancy. But I love it.
13 June 2011 at 8:16 am
So glad Blobette will not be a Zachary! I love the middle name you love chosen, deep and meaningful.
One thing though, I called my grandson (Now Logan Russel, phew!) CP and it stuck. He looked like a Christmas Pudding at Christmas time being a June baby, he really did! All through the birth I chatted away to CP by name and even the nurses and midwife caught on. Now the poor kid gets “Grandma wouldn’t approve CP. ring her and tell her what you did” from his mother. (nothing major of course just leaving school to walk home and change his shoes, trotting back along the highway to get back for After school Activities, mere 45 minute walk each way)
So hello Blobette the divine sagacity of sages, I look forward to hearing more about you.