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DOES MY NAME HAVE A STORY BEHIND IT? WHAT DOES YOUR NAME MEAN TO ME?
So… I do have a story behind my name. When my mother was giving birth to me she heard someone sing Karina Karina and it got stuck in her head so she let it stick however I spell it Kareena pronounced Care-Reena .
As a business person I go by Reena, I recently looked up if Reena was an actual name and had a meaning …and it DOES!!!
Reena means: “source of immense happiness. A strong liking for dance and music brims in their nature & in profession as well & possible an Artisan & ARCHITECTS. They have fortune in teaching professionals or managing. They show respect towards everyone. They are idealistic, outspoken and possess a good oratory power….”
No story behind my name except the life it has led. My name means everything and nothing. If I identify very closely with the self then my whole story is bound up in my name: the name is like a wrapper. When the I falls away from time to time then the name is just a name along with all the other stories.
I don’t know why my parents chose it, but I understand the name “Michael” is derived from Biblical Hebrew and means “who is like God?” In one tradition, I believe, this phrase was the Archangel Michael’s rhetorical response to Satan’s boast that he could rival God. When I learned this story as a child, I was filled with religious pride at having the archangel as my eponym. – Wise people will, of course, tell you on with good reason that religious pride is one of the most vicious kinds there is. I’ve started reckoning with the serious injuries mine has inflicted on others, and this process in turn has given me cause to rethink my relationship to my name.
I was named after twins on my dad’s basketball team. The first name of one twin and the middle name of the other. Not sure why they wanted to name me after the twins?
Within six days of my birth, my adoptive parents, nurses, and biological mother had given me three different names. I did not know them until I was in my 20s, except the one my adoptive parents gave me, of course. I never felt that it fit. At age 20, I changed my name to Michelle for 5 years, which was the name my birth mother assigned me, unbeknownst to me. I kept hearing it called in a foreign accent. She was French-Dutch, again unbeknownst to me. Very uncanny and not coincidental. Yet while a better fit, it was still not me.
I have had at least 10 different/or variations of my first names throughout my life (not counting foreign nicknames assigned me). Finally, it has come down to Dusty, which is derived from the male name Dustin—Valiant Warrior. I legally changed it to my middle name when I go married and had to change also my surname.
When the Dust settles and rises, and I have settled and risen, what remains are diamonds. Even a tiny unwanted speck of dust, when it gets in the light, sparkles and shines. And that is my name story.
My real name, Matthew, was literally just picked from a phonebook my parents looked through to find a name that sounded nice. Nevertheless, it means “gift of YHWH,” and the fact that I almost died of Meconium Aspiration Syndrome as a baby but survived through experimental treatment felt somewhat like a synchronicity to my parents, who believed that I must have a special purpose since I survived that. Simply put, I shouldn’t be here today. I should also mention that I was conceived despite my mom being on birth control.
My first name is Sarah, very common when I was a child (there were 8 of us in my class!) but not common at all now – and I prefer being more unique rather than one of many as I was then! Mum wanted to call me Anastasia but Dad held out for Sarah after his favourite cousin. It is also a Bible name which my Mum liked about it, meaning princess. This strangely makes me feel special although I am not remotely princess-like sadly!! I fully identify with my name and would never change it, even though some people say Anastasia would have been so much more interesting! I am happy that my name can’t really be shortened but my Dad used to call me Sarie and as that was just between us, it was lovely!!!
My name is Antoinette and I use to dislike my name as a kid because many teachers couldn’t say it properly!
As an adult I enjoy having a name that not many people have and I would prefer to not have a last name but I guess that’s not allowed unless you’re Prince.! Lol! Have a lovely weekend friends !
Great stories, all! Thanks to everyone for sharing. My first name is because my mom said, “I just always wanted a little girl named Patty….” and since she was 17 when she got pregnant with me, I was the girl of her girlhood dreams! My middle name is both my mom’s middle name and the first name of her maternal aunt who I knew as a funny and quirky woman in the best sense. Patricia means ‘noble’ and maybe that has encouraged me to aspire to a nobility of thought, spirit and action. (Or maybe I’m still just Patty inside.) I usually go by Pat, and that also describes me: to the point – and what you see is what you get.
Cute! I like your name !
My name, DeVonna, is the only thing I own that was given to me by my mother. When I was a child no one could ever pronounce it correctly. (Really?? DeVaughnYa?? There’s no Y in my name! LOL) It’s pronounced like Donna, but Dee-Vonna. I was always teased about my name in school. But I’ve always loved my name. Now when people comment about how unusual it is I just say, “My Momma was a hippie!” (truth)
My name is Deborah, which is a Hebrew name meaning “bee” and was the name of the “heroine and prophetess who led the Israelites when they were threatened by the Canaanites” in the Book of Judges. My parents said they chose my name (and my brothers) because it has 7 letters. Both of their first names and our surname also have 7 letters. When you look it up, the number 7 has a lot of meaning in a lot of civilizations – God rested on the 7th day, Buddha took 7 steps just after he was born, the 7 chakras, the 7 colors of the rainbow, and many others. It is often called a sacred, mystical, or lucky number.
I’ve always liked being called by my full name- there were way too many “Debbie’s” when I was in school.
My name is Lauren. No interesting stories behind it. I think my mother named me after the author Laura Elizabeth Ingalls Wilder who wrote the Little House on the Prairie books….so from Laura Elizabeth, I am Lauren Beth. No nicknames — it’s hard to shorten that name. But I’ve always resonated with this name for some reason..
My first name is Jean ( Jeanie to family & friends ).
My mother was pregnant with me when her one and only sibling was a captain in the army & was killed in the Korean War . His first name was – Gene – and she said at the time
“ Boy or girl this baby will be named Gene .”
I also carry his last name as my middle name .
It has been an honor to carry his name ❤️
As I recall I was about 12 years old when an elderly priest visited our school. When he asked me what my name was, I shyly blurted out “Carol Ann Vredenburgh.” He studied my young face and he said, “A Carol is a song; your middle name Ann is a derivative of Hannah and means grace; apparently your ancestry is European and your last name in Germanic cultures means city or mountain of peace.” I really didn’t know what to say to this kind man of the cloth but I never forgot what he said to me.
Wow. I can see why it impressed you. 🙂
The name was given to me as my mother was born on an Island close to Denmark where such short names exist. In the northern countries like Denmark, Sweden or Norway, my name is written Åse and refers to the Åsen, the Norse gods in the nordic myth, the Edda, which I came to know as an adult.
It is a rare name even in the north of Germany, which had both positive and negative aspects, and it is a name which to most people is not indicating clearly that I am female. So it was a journey living with this name, from being happy that it could not be abbreviated, to a kind of undeserved false pride and letting go of this wrongs again, to a kind of irritation when constantly receiving letters to Mr. Ose …, which fortunately changed when I inserted my second female name.
Identifying with the meaning of the name always felt a bit ambivalent, as these Gods were usually described as warriors, and in a way, as a survivor of a Rhesus-incompatibility as a newborn without possible treatment at that time, this energy must clearly be there. In the mean time there exists another interpretation of the Edda also, where the Aesir and the Wanen are not split in two.
When I was visiting Egypt several years ago, an Egypt archeologist who had studied the Egyptian hyroglyphs told me that my name written in these letters would be the same as the hyroglyphs of Isis, the ancient Egypt goddess, wife of Osiris, Healer and mistress and the guardian of the circle of life. So my intemperate assumption is there might be a common root, somehow an ancient relation between the Aesir and Isis… However it may be, I am very happy that I may give much of the gift of strength and creativity to serve my fellow people wherever possible and always try to do so as good as I am able to. Thank you for all your sharing concerning the meaning of your names, it helped to find trust to convey the stories around my name to you also. Wishing all a beautiful, sunny and relaxing weekend.
My mother chose my name many years before I was born. Though my name is common now, it was quite rare at the time. I was the third child, but there is a very large gap after my sister and brother, and then me (nine years). My mother had several miscarriages between them and me, but hoped for a third child. She told me I was going to be Holly whether I was born in July or December. I was born in December. And she also told me I was going to be Holly whether I was a boy or a girl. Oh thank God!!!!!!!
My name is Emily. I asked my parents ages ago about my name. My Mom had ideas of calling me Rachel, Flora or Emma but my dad just started calling me Emily and that’s how my name came to be. I also have an ancestor whose name was also Emily.
My legal name is SANDRA but I’ve used my initials all my life. I love the name Sandra. It means “helper and defender of mankind.” I grew into that meaning. and came to be it and live it. Coincidently, one of my Native American spirit animals is the dolphin- also symbolic of one who comes along side to help and does not leave until help is completed.; a companioning of sorts.
Yes. My name is Toni. Short for Anthony if I was a boy. My parents wanted a boy but I came along. I was named after my uncle Anthony, my mothers’ brother. He was a golden globe boxer, photographer, writer, tough guy who was born on September 26, 1928 and died in the Korean war October 27, 1950 . He was M.I.A. He was a Marine. When the enemy came he held the fort as his fellow Marines fled to freedom. He received the purple heart and silver star on October 27th. the same day my Mother died 13 years ago. The following was written about him. “When his platoon was ordered to withdraw to a more favorable position after being subjected to heavy hostile fire and threaten envelopment by numerically superior enemy forces. Private First Class Marcatante voluntarily remained in position to deliver a covering fire for the consolidation of his platoons position and the evacuation of the many casualties. Ignoring the extreme danger of the situation, he continued to deliver acute and effective fire on the enemy until his position was overrun. By his courageous actions, he served to inspire all members of his platoon and contributed materially to the successful evacuation of the wounded Marines. His fortitude, aggressive fighting spirit and steadfast devotion to duty throughout reflect the highest credit upon Private First Class Marcatante and were in keeping with the highest traditions of the united States Naval Service.”
Since remains have been sent to Hawaii and are being sifted through for possible DNA samples for identification, as the remaining five family members (third and fourth generation), we are hoping to hear notice for closure of his death.
This tragedy may be the first second hand trauma I encountered hearing about as a young child over and over again as my family talked about it at the dinner table in my grandmothers house. There were many family traumas growing up. Not until I saw Saving Private Ryan did I begin to understand what my grandmother went through. The scene in the kitchen when the mother passed out as the telegram was being delivered still stands out in my mind. My grandmother passed out when she received the news of her son as witnessed by her children. As a child I didn’t not perceive what was being told all I felt was and saw on their faces was the loss and horror of what happened. So I have mixed feelings to my name. It was traumatic hearing about my uncles death and still haunts me when I think about what he went through.
Dear Toni, I too am a Marine, having served in peacetime from 1981-1987. I appreciate and honor your family’s sacrifice.
Dear DeVonna, Thank you for taking the time to share. Much appreciation for your service as well. It is an honor to serve in war and in peace. I’m sure you value the experience and the discipline it taught you and the gratitude for what it takes to protect and to serve. Thank you for your sacrifice as well.
My name is Twinkle. I don’t know what my parents were thinking :-). In kindergarten and 1st, 2nd, 3rd grade, every time the class sang Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, everyone would turn to look at me. It embarrassed me. I grew to love my name though and realized how unique it is. Now every time, I meet someone new, even a busy doctor, they start off by taking time to compliment me on my name and ask about it. Everyone tells me ‘you are the first and only Twinkle I know’. I am told my personality is a lot like my name, energetic, full of life, joyful, goofy. I guess with a name like Twinkle, I cant be a gloomy person, it would just not fit. My nickname is Twinks and I love it when people call me that because I feel nicknames indicate people feel close and comfortable with you. Even my boss calls me Twinks. Friends buy me products (Bath & Body Works, Mugs etc) with the word Twinkle on the especially around the holiday season.My name means everything to me. It was given to me by my parents and chosen with love. I have a younger sister and her name is Star. We asked our parents what prompted them to choose these names in the mid 70s, way way way back in the day before Hollywood popularized these name. My dad said they just wanted to do something different.
I’ve never heard that name before. Great story! My girls had a friend, America, which was a first for me too never knowing anyone with that name.
It’s so great⭐️
Thank you Trish
My name wasn’t a common one when I was born in the late 50’s. It was created by mixing my mother’s maiden name and a derivative of my father’s middle name. I culturally & spiritually tend to take after my mom’s side of the family. Im grateful for my name & that connection. As the only girl amongst 4 brothers a few have always called me “sis.” Ive never been fond of that nickname nor found it endearing even as I’ve aged. I’ve never called any of them “bro” & I am the only sis. Still it’s never been a nickname I’ve liked. Great question!
My first name is Roy Wheater Howard, the youngest of four sons. As the story goes, my parents, particularly my mothers, wanted a boy. When that didn’t happen, they gave my brothers the joy of naming me. Hence, I am named after Roy Rogers, the TV cowboy star. I could have been Rin Tin Tin, Trigger, or Hop-a-Long. The middle name is my mother’s maiden name, signifying the lineage of wheat farmers in England. I use it often to honor my mother. Howard, I’m told, is the most common English last name.
My full name is Malcolm Seymour Jr. I am actually the third Malcolm Seymour but it was some convention that my father told me which meant that I got the junior at the end. My son carries the name Malcolm also. When I was five years old I had a conversation with my mother and I decided on Mike as a first name haven’t been called Mac or Macky, common Malcolm nicknames. When I was a child through my early teens I was called Michie by everyone in the family. And then as I got older simply Mike. My dad told me that he felt the name Malcolm was associated with servant hood. That resonated with me as I have felt called to be in service to people in various ways.
I think of Malcolm Young from ACDC – great guitarist!
My lineage is primarily Irish and French. My parents decided that the daughters would have French first names and the son Irish. And middle names would generally be names of saints. My first name is also the “female” version of my dad’s name, which I have always been grateful for. He died way too young of cancer.
so…what is your first name?
My first name comes from my fathers first name. While growing up I was called my name 2 in order to distinguish us if someone inquired to talk to us. My parents gave me a nickname which I utterly despised. My middle name was given by my mother who liked a certain singer. My last name is Irish. know that in the past and in some cultures passing the fathers name was norm. In my opinion it shouldn’t be done especially since the last name is the same. My father and I are different persons who need different identities…i never considered passing on my name. As for my Irish last name, as I have more time and getting older, I’ve shown interest and been able to trace back my ancestors and family history. This has made me more respectful to those individuals who left their homelands to come to the new world to find a better place. That’s why it upsets me when people in Countries belittle immigrants and refugees. Our families all are the same…
No fascinating story about my name. However, there are cute nicknames that have appeared throughout the years. My much beloved grandpa dubbed me “Trishie” & my brother calls my “Putsy” (he’s the only one who can do that.) I was known as “Trish the Dish” in my teens. I was truly a Dish (& some in the geriatric crowd think I still am 😆). My friend, Adam yells “Patricia” when I say something brilliant which is once a decade & my sweetheart calls me “Trishka” bc I think he likes to fantasize that I’m a Russian princess….My friend, Megan calls me “Sugarface” & that’s about as good as it gets. ❤️
all so good!
Whatever you say, Sugarface! 😀
Those names are so endearing. You must be very well loved!
Haha. Oh, my gosh. So much love!!
My first name came from my mom’s favorite sister (there are 5 others), and we both have the same kind, gentleness about us, so she was the perfect one for me to be named after. My middle name is my godmother’s middle name. And then there’s my last name, which is currently in limbo. I grew up with a German last name. Long and easy to make fun of! It was my birth-father’s name, and it was my only connection to him since he left my mother & me when I was just barely 2. I’m not sure why she didn’t change it after marrying my dad. My step-dad has been my dad since I was 7, and has always treated me as his own. I took my ex’s last name only to get rid of my birth-father’s name, and currently still have it. I was going to pay to have my name changed to my dad’s last name – my family’s name – but it wasn’t cheap to do so, and time went on, things happened. Anyhow, once I fell in love with my fiance, I knew we would spend the rest of this life together, so I’ll be taking his strong Polish last name very soon!
A little memory.
My birthname is Christine, but no one called me by that name. It was always shortened. Until I was about six years old, and I went with my father to the hospital to have my tonsils removed. A nurse came, and she named me Christine. I looked at my father in surprise, and he said that Christine is indeed my real birthname. Something happened to me. I felt like a princess and even forgot to cry.
my mother’s name was Christine. She passed away 4 yrs ago today. Beautiful name.
Nice story. Seems like that nurse was an angel, Christine.
Elizabeth…..queen…..I’ve got this!!
Since I was born, everyone knew me as Kevin, even though the first name listed on my birth certificate is Joseph, and Kevin is my middle name. All through grade school and on every legal document since my birth, I am listed as Kevin. But my father, who was also named Joseph, was at various times during my childhood irresponsible, “missing in action,” a problem drinker, and unfaithful to my mother. Early on, my mother declared, “no child of mine will be called, Joseph!” So, Kevin it has been since my infancy.
I have a name made up of three Surnames (last names) in a string. Like a law firm, followed by the suffix III as I am the third man with this name. The third and last generation (neither I nor my brothers have any male heirs). My first name is Welsh. It originates in a dynasty of kings in Wales and Brittany in the 9th and 10th century, and three Welsh royal houses of that time onwards. The Tudor Royal house of England was also descended from them. The middle name is old German thought to have originally been an occupational name for the maker of barrel hoops. My family (last) name is also an old German word for ‘dirt’, ‘grime’, presumably applied as a derogatory nickname.
What it means to me. Being a part of a set of three has several implications. Triangles, trinities, are geometrically exceedingly strong for their elements…strategically grouped together they can withstand a lot. Harmonies with three or more notes are called chords and they provide the harmonic structure or background mood of a piece of music. Key word ‘background’. And being the last, I am a sentinel of sorts, my existence always pointing to those who came before and holding the place in this time in this place. A role I have embraced, and honored to serve.
Great background on your name Howie. In many cultures naming a child has great significance in terms of showing the seeds of destiny.
It’s such a cool response, Howie. Thanks for sharing.
Howie, this is fascinating!
few different name stories: Michele – my mom loved The Beatles and so named me after the song. As a teen, had the nickname Spice – I have blue eyes and used to wear blue mascara – apparently there was a drug called Spice in the movie Dune. I have never seen it before but was told ‘damn Michele you have spice eyes’, lol. My last name was used in part for a fantasy football group. Great question! Looking forward to reading others responses:)
Michele, now you’ve got me singing that Beatles tune in my head!
You know, I hardly ever hear that song, it’s been so long, but when I do, I smile:)
Me to 🎶
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