Not only is it fun, but I see how children, and subsequently adults, embody what their name means. For example, Maximilian means "strongest" and have you seen this kid take a blow? He doesn't flinch. He is steadfast in trials and can lug a tire around the yard. Yeah, Max sure fits him all right.
So when it came to naming baby #3 I was super excited. Girl's name, check, and actually, I have a billion girls' names we could use and I love them all. (Ugh, is there a way I could just have babies and name them and not do all the work?) But when it came to our boy's name, I just couldn't get it together. Levi was our choice from the beginning (it was actually supposed to be Maximilian's name, but God had other plans for him) yet I was unsettled about it and kept finding other names I liked.
Poor husband. I think I came to him with a new name every other week. And I wanted to talk about it all the time. I think some of my hesitation had to do with the fact that Levi isn't a saint name and I wanted a feast day for this little one to celebrate every year. And I wanted him to have a saint to look up to as an example of his very own.
To make a long, 9 month, story short, we finally settled back on Levi (and one other choice if we wanted a last minute switch-er-roo). I still wasn't 100% but, for some reason, I knew that Levi had to be it. I've always loved this name (and the jeans, man do they fit like designer denim) and I felt God whispering "Levi Levi Levi" all. the. time.
So, once "it's a boy!" came out of Michael's mouth we looked at our babe and then at each other and said, "Levi Joseph, welcome to the world!"
We initially took the name from the Levites and Levi, being the third son of Jacob and Leah. This tribe of Israel was one of the 12 and their role was to perform the holy service in the Temple, accompanying the Divine Presence in the Tabernacle, much like our current Priests do today. They were among the spiritual leaders and had a special place in God's relationship with the Israelites.
But one thing that always struck me is what the actual name "Levi" means: joined in harmony. Once we gave Levi his name I always wondered how he would embody this characteristic. If the first 6 weeks were any indication, however, we should've named him something with the meaning like "little one who cries and screams all the time" because, thanks to the reflux and milk allergy, that's all he ever did.
Now that we are months down the road, I am more than convinced that Levi was destined to be this child's name from the beginning. He is seriously the happiest, most joyful baby I have ever seen. The only time he's not smiling or laughing is when he's eating (but sometimes he laughs when he does that, too) and now I see why God wanted us to name him Levi all along. He sure is Mr. "joined in harmony" and I cannot wait to see how his name will fit him in the coming years.
We love you, Levi. You rock.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, we plan on celebrating his feast day on the feast of St. Joseph. 'Cause it's all about the parties, right?
I'd love to hear, how did you know your child's name had to be what it is? And, seriously, would you like to hire me to name your kid? I'd take payment in Skittles, if it helps.