Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away – Author Unknown
There are moments in my life that I remember with such detail, it’s almost as if they’ve just happened. By the time October hit in Edinburgh that year, I was beginning to question our decision to sign the second contract with the hospital I was working at. The excitement and sense of adventure were shadowed with the reality of living in a city that is known for it’s cold, dark winters. I was beginning to get tired…tired of the cold…and the rain…and the lack of Coffee Bean..and the familiarity of people and places. Mostly I was just tired. Perhaps the short days and lack of sunshine were actually altering the chemistry in my brain (after all, I live in a city that sees over 300 days of sunshine each year).
And then one day after work, as I was walking past the local cheese shop (which of course was situated right next to the local fish shop), I started thinking about the fact that perhaps the fatigue was a sign of something more than just the weather. When I barely made it to our Morningside Flat, I sent the hubby out to get the test that would forever change our lives.
Even before our son was a thought in our minds, I had names picked out for our future children. As an only child, I often engaged in pretend play with my mom. In our stories, Barbie and Ken would get married and have babies. They would have one boy and one girl (obviously) and they’d live happily ever after. And their names would be Josh and Kate. My husband often teases me that I had our children’s names picked out as a young girl, and the truth is, he’s right. Fortunately, I selected names he was quite content with. In fact, we really didn’t spend that much time on our son’s name because we were in agreement from the beginning.
We often think back to those 8 months in Edinburgh, because it was a time in our lives when we “grew up.” We grew as individuals…as a couple. We grew personally and professionally and relationally. We gained perspective and came home with a renewed sense of compassion for people and cultures. Scotland became our home away from home, and because we look upon that time with such fondness, we wanted to give our son a middle name that was representative of the Celtic culture.
The meaning of Cian is ancient and distant…but it also means legendary and amazing, two words that perfectly describe how we feel about our son. As he gets older, we’ll talk to him about the meaning of his name and why it’s particularly significant to us. He may never fully appreciate why we chose that name, but every time I say it, I remember that crisp Fall day nearly 6 years ago when the two of us became three.
It wasn’t easy, but that is how I decided on my baby’s name. How did you decide on your baby’s name? Or do you have a great story on how your parents decided on your name? Tell me for a chance to win a year’s supply of cards from Cardstore.com!
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