What is it about a name? When I was pregnant we spent a lot of time deciding what to name Avery. In fact, we chose her name before we know if we were having a boy or a girl. It wasn’t until later (when we found out we were having a girl) that we decided on her first name. Names are powerful. They often come with strong meanings or attachments. Just ask Chad Johnson or Ochocinco or Chad Johnson ... you get my drift.
Personally, I really like my name. Don’t be mistaken, I haven’t always liked it. When I was younger it was a hassle. I would introduce myself and they would reply, “Emily?” I'm sure I was talking too fast. Since then, I have slowed down and taken the time to say, “Anna Lee - yes, a double name…” I decided it’s worth the effort.
How did I get my name? I was named after my mother's mother. Her first name is Anna and all her grandchildren call her Nana. My mother combined Anna with Lee and decided that was perfect. I remember attempting to go by just Anna and my mother gave me a lecture that she named me Anna Lee and that was what I was to be called. Oh the power of mothers!
This last Sunday (9th) was my Nana’s 90th birthday. Yes, 9-0. Holy Cow! She spoke at her church and a story about yours truly was included in the introduction. Here is the link. I will warn you this isn’t her first speaking engagement. She is very endearing.
Nana – I hope I’ve made you proud and thank you for sharing your name with me.