What's in a Name?

Do you ever wonder why your parents chose your particular name?

I believe that our names help create our reality and who we are. Names emit a particular energy resonance.

I wonder if Mr. and Mrs. McDonald knew that their son Ronald would probably not adhere to a healthy well balanced diet. Or if Mr. & Mrs. Duck forsaw that their son Donald might have a speech impediment. Did Mr. & Mrs. Graham plan that their son Billy would be highly religious?

I once played on a basketball team, with 3 of the players named Bob Hope, Bob Barker and Billy Graham. Do you think we had a good team? Well maybe only if the other two players were called Michael Jordan or Kobe Bryant.

I wanted to do different and better for my own child, so I let her choose her own name.

I had a vivid dream prior to her birth and in this dream she told me that she wanted to be called Bibby and that she would be a girl.  She said that this was the name she needed to be called in order to do what she needed to do in this life.

Well who am I to challenge this?

I told my wife of my amazing dream upon waking, and she thought I was crazy. Two psychics had told us that we were going to have a baby boy, and the name Bibby wasn't on the top of my wife's list of names.  In fact, it didn't even exist in any of the baby name books.

Shortly after, my wife gave birth to our brand new baby girl. It wasn't until the nurses told my wife that they needed a name to put on our daughter's birth certificate that my wife finally agreed to choose the name Bibby.

When we told the nurses the name would be Bibby, their response was: "You're joking? What is your child's real name?"

Well Bibby is 13 years old now and there is no better suited name for her. However, my daughter told me that she would rather be called by another name and didn't like her name.

So I asked her what she would rather be called. She thought for some time and said she didn't know what she wanted to be called. Then she asked me what would I have called her if she wasn't named Bibby.

I told her that her name would've been Guacamole.

She stayed quite quiet for a few seconds deep in thought and turned to me and said, "Maybe my name Bibby isn't so bad after all."