Wednesday, December 19, 2012

What's in a name?

Most would agree that one of the most important decisions in any future parent's journey is deciding on a name for the child who will enter the world in nine short months.  Names define individuals and carry specific meanings.

Throughout my childhood, my sister and I had every Barbie and baby doll named with the recent popular name--our favorites included Courtney, Kristen, and Samantha (we loved calling her "Sam" for short).  Most young girls already have names selected years before time for motherhood.  If you ask a teacher about name selection, it is humorous how this becomes a difficult task because certain names depict certain reputations and that name will never be forgotten for numerous reasons.  My college girlfriends also keep an interesting name list that makes us question what parents were thinking when naming their children.  This list allowed me to share my pregnancy news with all of them when adding a new name to the list.

I value family history and wanted to start our name search from the individuals who made a difference in our own backgrounds.   I actually pulled out the family tree that I created in the 5th grade and communicated with my mom and dad about these names.  The name that I have always loved is the middle name of my grandfather, Theron Reece Caviness.  I knew Reece could be a name for a girl or a boy, with the spellings altered according to the gender.  I wanted to share stories with my child about this hardworking man who had influenced the Highfalls/Howard's Mill communities and his family through his faith and integrity.  It was exciting to share the name possibility with my Papaw and he was one of the first people I told about our surprise pregnancy.  My dad recently wrote about his father in a local newspaper during Father's Day that emphasizes such a great man.



You will not find my dad’s picture on the front of Time magazine or his name listed as CEO of a Fortune 500 company, but he, like every other man, plays the hand he is dealt at birth. If a difficult hand is dealt, the player has two choices, to give up or strive giving maximum effort to achieve what he can become.
My dad, Theron Caviness, chose the latter and has been able to accomplish many milestones that many have attempted and failed. Raised in an era when times were hard and money was scarce on a farm near Howard’s Mill in Moore County allowed him to appreciate the good Earth.
Everything prepared on the kitchen table came from the land, from the milk they drank, wheat for bread, to the molasses that was used as sugar to make cakes and pies. Determination and pure grit with faith in God were the factors that allowed individuals during that time to survive.
From my dad’s teenage years to the present, he has believed that God’s purpose for man on Earth was to help his fellow man. Throughout my life, I have seen my dad lend a helping hand to many people that were elderly, sick, or those down on their luck. This not only included close relatives, but many families living in and out of the realms of our neighborhood. My dad was very gifted and indeed a Renaissance man who could do anything with his hands. This allowed him to do any task that many simply did not have the ability or generosity to perform. Billy Graham once said that the word love means nothing unless it is accompanied with a kind act. Everyone that knows my dad can attest that he respects people and he shows it.

Alton, also very involved with genealogy, provided a name list as well.  Alton's oldest daughter was named after his mother, Vera.  This pre-teenage young lady loves carrying on the name of such a respectful woman who lived her entire life on Ocracoke Island.  We walked through his family cemetery and studied the names and messages carefully.  Holloway was a possible boy's name after listening to the story of how this young Confederate soldier was captured during the Civil War.  He never returned to his island home dying in a New York prison.  During our walk to the family cemetery, I noticed the cottage located on the family property--Emma Ballance Cottage.  This was Alton's paternal grandmother who was a native of the island who had raised seven children.  After talking with the oldest resident on the island, Ms. Blanche, she said that Emma Ballance was just a wonderful person, period.  She was usually quiet, but valued her time with family on the island.  I hope to learn more about this woman in the upcoming months because it will be interesting to notice the traits of our own daughter from her great-grandparents.



After much research and discussions, Alton and I decided that Emma Reese was the perfect name for our little girl.  Even calling her both names (yes, we love the southern two name idea) had an easy flow and a reading teacher even said the vowels and syllables complimented each other-thanks Cindi!  Our closest family and friends have embroidered her name on blankets, book bags, and wall decorations and I love seeing her name in print.

Emma Reese will grow up very proud of the origin of her name and hopefully find it somewhat easy to write it during the first days of kindergarten.  Emma Reese will definitely provide her own meaning to this name.


Monday, October 1, 2012

Groundhog's Day

Groundhog’s Day

We are all ready for cooler weather after a scorching hot summer and I am especially waiting for the fall temperatures.   This past winter was unusually mild, which might explain the three digit readings on our thermometers the last few months.  With pumpkin spice and the autumn colors on our minds, we are obviously not even thinking about the winter.  And definitely not about what the groundhog will predict for the duration of the next winter season.


Groundhog’s Day has a different meaning for me this year.  No, I am not thinking about the movie that stars Bill Murray when he relives the same day over and over again.  Nor am I am thinking about the event in Philadelphia where a furry creature is highlighted for leaving or staying in his burrow to determine another six weeks of winter.  February 2nd has become a day that has been embedded in my mind since June.  Groundhog’s Day is not symbolic for people’s lives, but with mine at this moment, it questions if I will stay burrowed in my hole for the next 4 months hidden from the world or will I emerge to see the sunshine.  February 2nd, instead of following the groundhog’s shadow, I will focus on my daughter entering the world.
 
I did not expect motherhood to be in my future.  My friends and family knew Trisha would be the woman devoted to her career, traveling, and continuing to serve others in the teaching profession.  Yes, I am a dedicated educator who loves being with young people, but being a parent is a completely different experience, a challenging experience.  After watching my younger sister and friends become parents the last few years, I became even more amazed at how moms and dads are able to balance so many responsibilities (and still stay somewhat sane).  I could not imagine losing my peaceful hours of sleep each night and spending an entire hour preparing for a trip to the grocery store.  I would not have the energy to go to soccer games and piano practice after exerting all of my energy during a busy school day.  Then worrying about what decisions the child would make in middle and high school.  So it was evident that my mind was made up---no children. 

She is already talking with her hands!
It is crazy how my decision quickly changed when seeing a little being on the ultrasound screen.   Hearing her heartbeat left me speechless.  There has never been a more powerful moment than seeing her little hand waving during the last doctor visit (she has her daddy’s skinny fingers).  Another exciting moment was revealing the surprise of a boy or girl when my 2-year old niece opened the package in front of my entire family.  We all shrieked with excitement when Lelia Kate held up the pink fleece jumpsuit.  My intuition was a boy, so wearing blue, I was completely shocked that it was a little girl.
 
She will become my best friend to hopefully mirror the same close relationship between my own mother and me.  She will consider her older cousin to be a role model and they will grow up playing with Barbies and taking care of each other just like their mothers did during their childhood.   She will be a technology native only a few days old to skype with her older sister who lives so many miles away.  She will be another princess in her daddy’s life and will have her grandfather wrapped around her little finger. 

Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.  Sometimes surprises become the best blessings and we must accept that the unexpected plans become our destiny.   All of us have our own stories of the surprises that eventually define us.  The news of this little girl deserves to be celebrated and not hidden.  So I am emerging from my burrow to become prepared for the sleepless nights, soccer games, and teenage drama.  I will see the sunshine and I am tickled pink.