A time to blog about nothing-

I have been thinking a lot lately about names. What is in a name, and how can a person who feels completely embarrassed with their name come to love, and admire their own name. Last Sunday in Sunday School, an older gentlemen made a comment on the hideousness of names in this day and age. He wanted to know why parents choose such horrible names, and how as a parent you expect your child to feel any self worth with such a laughable name. He then went on to comment on names of Celebrity babies, and even hit closer to home with names of infants in our own ward. It left me thinking of a blog that I enjoy reading where a young couple who is having a baby boy in the next little while were suggesting certain names to the readers of their blog, and I was so surprised to see the comments made by so many, some were very nice about these names, but some were just down right rude. I guess I was most surprised because even if I did not like these names I would never come out and say it, it is their decision. I can't imagine having someone tell me that the name I have chose for my child is a BAD one. So as I was listening to this gentlemen bring up the name discussion again today, I made a point in my mind of making sure that my children have been given good names, and then I thought that a name is just a name. A name does not make a person, but the person makes the name. Growing up I was always called Mickie, but often people have made fun of the name, or rather teased the name with the famous M-I-C-K-E-Y, or the ridiculous song of (oh Mickie what a pity you don't understand....). So, when I got married and moved to Garland I introduced myself as Mickelle, and figured I would never have to hear the annoying songs again in reference to me. But then it dawned on me that I am who I am because of me, not my name. I could have been called (Gert) and it would not have changed who I am or what I have become. So as this nice older man was ranting on about names I just piped in with (we are all his children, and he doesn't care the name we carry, but the way we carry our name). This man stopped, turned in his chair, and at this time I could feel my face turn RED, and then he said you know what you are right. I turned out just fine with my name, and I can tell you turned out just fine with yours and I guess that it does not matter the name we have been given as long as we poses the right character to be a decent person in this life, and then he turned and opened his scriptures. So with this I am now thinking how can someone who is embarrassed of their name find worth in it at the same time? I don't know maybe you just grow to love it, maybe it bothers you every day you are alive, maybe it never enters your mind what others may think. I just don't know. But there you have it a post about something and yet nothing at all...