Lets name our firstborn Justice.
I met a Justice the other day,
His skin vibrated with will and
yet he was as gentle as waves lapping the shore.
You said the problem with justice
is that it means justice.
Well then, what about valour?
There was a valour in my last class,
He was sensitive but spoke his mind,
I had to send him out because he was too brave to say what he was thinking.
What happens if he turns out to be a dork?
This is why we name our children.
We give them a form before they are born,
We carve out a future of righteousness or courage,
We plant a seed and even if it doesn’t grow into tree,
We know that it still might bloom someday.
Give me a name and I will tell you all the things it could mean.
Our Cherry will be firm outside but sweet inside,
Her lips will be so pink that they leave stains on your skin,
And we will always hope that her beauty won’t let her fall too far from the tree.
Our Ethan is going to be strong and long-lived.
If he grows up in Singapore there will be at least one more boy named Ethan in his school.
It is possible that he will compensate by trying to stand taller than all the others.
He will succeed.
Alessandra makes Alex or Sandra defender of humanity
and my mother has been the best compassionate protector,
she couldn’t even destroy the anthill on our balcony she just built a moat around it.
Alright you said, what about your sister?
Sarah? She was the wife of Abraham who possessed unrelenting beauty even as an old lady.
In Hebrew Sarah means high rank and my 23 year old sister is the youngest manager I know.
You see, words are important,
When we say them out loud they become real energy carried away on breath
We immortalise ourselves with our identities in the atmosphere and
When we name our baby we look inside us for our priorities,
We give a word to the most wonderful creature we can imagine,
and the idea comes to life!
The name itself is irrelevant,
what you make of it matters.
A name does not make a person,
But a slice of someone lives in their name.
Our Justice will stand up for what he or she believes in,
But know when to be more compassionate than judgemental,
Maybe she will even make brilliant French electronic music,
or become a spandex-suit wearing superhero.
Maybe she will be as noble as her fathers name
Or buzz around like Deborah the bee.
Maybe she will choose to become a lawyer or a politician.
All that matters is what her world appears to be
And that is up to you and me.