Have you ever researched the meaning of your name? I did, and it led to a blog post I wrote on Quid Pro Quills today. Here’s an excerpt.
Juliet asked that question first. “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.” I often wonder if Juliet…er, Shakespeare was right. Would I still be me if I had been named Margaret or Daisy or Sugarpie? (Thank you, Mom and Dad, for not naming me Sugarpie.) Is God behind our names, or are they the random whims of our parents?
I never loved my name. Perhaps if I’d known other Robins growing up, it might have been different. Every Robin I’d heard of was a boy—Batman’s sidekick Robin, Christopher Robin, Robin Hood, and Robin Williams come to mind. So it was me, a bunch of boys, and backyard birds. Yippee.
Stop by and share the meaning of your name. I’d love to hear it.