I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
As a mother of eight, my children populate these pages. My husband (their father) and I named them leaving open the possibility that God could choose to bless us upwards of 26 times.
Andrew, our first born, is married and has a delightful son, our first grandchild. When we named him Andrew, it was with the understanding that we would call him Andrew, not Andy, not Drew. And so he is called within our family. Andrew successfully started his own business at the lowest of lows in this recession. He is fun, witty, and handsome. His beautiful wife keeps him in line.
Brandon, our second son, arrived three years later. His first name is my father’s middle name, a strong name, and not one easily shortened. Of course, my mother-in-law wanted to call him Brandy for short. “Are you kidding?” I asked. “Absolutely not,” my husband told her. Brandon’s wife is the perfect match for him
Charles came next. We fully intended another no-nickname child, and yet, he has become Charlie. He hikes and climbs and skis and does all sorts of outdoorsy things, none of which he learned from me. He married a lovely young woman who enjoys the outdoors alongside him.
For Deirdre, our first daughter, we chose a strong but old-fashioned name. Deirdre is beautiful and caring. She is working her first real job as an RN for a nearby hospital, working on the psychiatric floor.
Elliot, boy number four, child number five, works for Andrew. He likes to make friends and influence people, and has aspirations of traveling the world.
Finley, our youngest son, is freshman in college. I often ask myself why we chose a name so easily misspelled, and yet I understand. When writing out the name, all of the sudden the question becomes “is it -ay or -ey?” Inevitably, a guess is made, and it’s often wrong (about half the time). .
Grace is our fifteen year old bookworm. Whenever I can’t find her, I peek in her room, and there she is, in bed with a book. Someday she wants to own her own bookstore.
Hannah is our youngest. At twelve, she is already taller than Grace and I. An avid swimmer, she loves being at the pool as much as I do, maybe even more.