My last post reminded me about my short "What's in a Name" series that I never finished. I only had a Part I and Part II. Part III was going to be the final one - where I revealed Finley's name. But two days after I wrote Part II, Daren was killed. And that changed our plans for Finley's name and for announcing his name. You see, Finley was going to be Finley Sears Hidalgo. Sears is a really old family name on my mom's side of the family. My grandma took a lot of pride in her lineage and traced our family tree back generations upon generations. Sears, which used to be Sayers, can be traced back to the 15th century to William Sayers who lived in England. When the Sayers relocated to America, the name was changed to Sears.
After Daren was killed we knew there was a good chance we'd want to include his name when naming our son. And once we decided on Finley Daren, we were tentative to "announce" it. I wanted to ensure that Finley first arrived in this world alive. If something happened and he didn't make it, we probably would have named him Finley Sears for it would have been too hard to give him the middle name Daren. But that's a pretty depressing thought and hard to explain to people, so we just kept quite for a bit longer and only shared Finley's first name with people.
You might wonder why I even felt compelled to share this now. Well recently I was blog-stalking Brooke. I've been reading her blog since the spring when Molly shared this great post that I in turn shared on my blog. But the other day, while super busy at work (insert sarcasm), I went back to read some of Brooke's older posts that I hadn't read. (Creepy? Egh, whatever - read a few of her posts and you'll be equally engulfed by her way with words). And I stumbled upon this post which I fell in love with and had a lot of "yeah me too!" moments while reading. I remember shortly after learning Cale did not have a heartbeat I said to Miles, "but I really loved the name Cale." I was disappointed that a name that I loved for the son I planned to raise would be just another part of what we lost. But alive or not - he was already Cale. It's one of the things that makes him so special. When talking about her daughter Eliza's name, Brooke put it beautifully when she says "It's my most favorite name and since there was so little I was able to give her, I'm glad I could give her that."
I'm glad we were able to give Cale a beautiful, strong name. And while I wish Daren was here with us, I'm glad that we could give Finley such a meaningful name. I'm glad both my boys have unique names and I love that their daddy thought of both of them. I love the nickname Finn (yes, we spell Finley with one 'n' and Finn with two), and I hope we get the opportunity (although not any time soon) to come up with another unique and meaningful name for a baby.
What about you? How did you come up with your baby(ies) names? Or how did your name come about? I'd love to hear your "what's in a name" story as I'm sure it's so much more than just a name. . .