Perhaps it’s just having the mindset of a writer that makes it so — always humming, murmuring, thinking, mulling over potential titles and monikers — but I have always, even when I was a little girl, been preoccupied with names. In many ways, bestowing a name is the very first act of parenting, the very first gift you give your child — a gift that will, in many ways, help shape how they are perceived in this world.
Back when we were so very young — just babies having babies, really — my best friends and I would spend hours and hours poring over the appropriate baby naming books (Pamela Redmond Satran’s being the biggie) and talking about what we were going to name the beautiful babes brewing in our bellies. And even then, though I was little more than a child myself, I still recognized that bestowing that brandly new being with just the right name was less designation…than it was INCANTATION.
And having now been a mother for nearly 25 years, I know like I know like I know like I know…that giving a child just the right name is not only the giving of an extraordinary gift, it is THE CASTING OF A SPELL.