At the start of last summer (which never really was a summer), my dad’s sister died. For mysterious reasons (probably called “mama”) we hardly ever visited his side of the family. I went to the funeral anyway. The eldest son gave a touching eulogy to his mother, who had been a widow and raised two sons on her own. He talked about her name Irene, which means “peace” and how she really was a peace maker during her life. I wish I had known her better, as I have so many questions. This eulogy made me think again about the meaning of names. Most people choose a baby name because they like it. It’s fashionable. It’s a statement. It’s in the family. I chose my children’s name based on their meaning. My son’s name means “victorious” or “conqueror”. I want him to conquer all in life, to be strong. My daughter’s name means “greatest”. I want her to excel in everything she does. And I don’t mean I want my kids to be rich, famous, unscrupulous. On the contrary, I want them to be good people. Good conquers all. Good is the greatest.
My name means hope. It always kind of stuck with me since I realized it’s meaning. Hope to realize my dreams. Hope to be happy. Hope to be a great mom. Hope for a great life for my kids. Hope to be a great friend. Hope to achieve wonderful things. But I have 4 names. Yes, four!
Claire is my second name. It means illustrious, clear, bright, famous. When I looked in the dictionary it said:
1. of great renown; famous and distinguished
2. glorious or great illustrious deeds
3. Obsolete shining
I like to think I can do some illustrious deeds. If I ever am famous or distinguished, let it be for this reason.
My third name means “lion-like”. Which is funny. I am a scorpio, ascendant lion. And some people have commented I have lionesque manes (my wild curly hair).
My fourth name means “king”. Let me be the king/queen of my life!
Now my mother’s name means BLIND. Enough said.