That would be Old English for middle names. Not really–medial just made me think of medieval. Anyway.
Back in Novemberish, I took a little survey on middle names. What’s your middle name? Why were you named that? What made your parents think up such a weird name? Did they hate you? Stuff like that.
On Monday I got to thinking about middle names again. Nina and I spent 3ish hours at the zoo with my friend Kim and her daughter Kara (who’s just 4 days older than Nina). Aside from the huge silverback gorilla that threw himself against the glass to scare the girls (it worked) and three VERY um, ACTIVE (and shameless) male bonobos, it was a delightful day. The girls are the best of friends and total chatterboxes. Kim and I have a lot in common and chatted non-stop too. (She just got back from a missions trip to Cambodia. Our church supports an orphanage there, and I so want to go.) At some point, Kim asked me how I decided on my girls’ names. I was so glad she asked. The stories behind their names are so brilliant and sweet.
Olivia Joy. Gabe and I couldn’t agree on a single name. One night I said, “Olivia.” He said, “I like it.” And when your name is Olivia Taviano, you need a short middle name. We chose Joy. It sounded happy. And it’s also my sister’s middle name.
Ava Marie. I have no idea where I got the name Ava. It’s super popular now, but I didn’t know any Avas at the time. Marie is Gabe’s grandma’s middle name. And his mom’s. And my SIL’s. And a bunch of my cousins’.
Nina Gabriel. I can’t say with 100% certaintly, but I’m pretty sure I was browsing a Pottery Barn Kids catalog and saw Nina on the back of one of those adorable plush chairs. Gabriel is Gabe’s full name. The name we picked out as a middle name for a boy all three times.
I’m Marla Rachelle. A form of Mary and Rachel, sweet Bible women. Mom tells me my name means motherly and loving (or something like that). But I’m pretty sure Marla means bitter.
Gabriel Anson. Roman Gabriel was a football player. Anson Williams was Potsie on Happy Days.
Livi and Ava were chatting tonight before supper, and Ava wanted to know why Livi goes by “Olivia” at school. Livi just shrugged. Ava turned to me and said, “Is my real name Ava?” I said yes. “But do I have a longer name?” No. “Why did you name me short?” she asked. I told her I liked her name. And that Nina’s is short too–just 4 letters. Mine is 5. Olivia’s is 7. “Actually, mine’s 6,” Livi said. I counted her name on my fingers. Yeah, I meant 6.
So, my girls all have pretty first names that go nicely with Taviano. And they each share their middle name with someone they love. But there’s really nothing super-symbolic about their names. Oh well.
I do want to know about your middle names though. Do you have a really strange one? A long one? More than one? None at all? Were you named after a relative? A favorite dog? Did your sister get to name you? Were you named after a soap opera star? Is your middle name spelled funny? Is it a name usually reserved for the opposite sex? Do you love it/hate it/not really care? Did you change your middle name to your maiden name when you got married? Is there a middle name you secretly wish was yours?
Can’t wait to hear your medial moniker! And the story behind it! On Friday, I’ll announce Special Winners! In All Manner of Categories!
Have a Whipper-Snap of a Wednesday!