September 2 Daily Prompt!
Would you be surprised if I told you that my first name was actually Margaretha? It’s from the Greek origin, meaning Pearl.
I know that I was named after my Aunt Margaret (mom’s older sister). Although, I am uncertain as to why I was named after this aunt specifically. I don’t know what my mom’s naming system was, other than all her kids were named after a sibling or some other relative.
Perhaps, since there was no way of knowing what gender each baby was going to be (there was no such thing as ultrasounds in Mexico), maybe once the baby was home everyone of the same gender would put their name in a bowl, and then whichever name was picked; that was the baby’s name.I’m sure that’s not how it happened, but I’m okay with it. I love Aunt Margaret, so having the same name is no burden, but rather a joy.
Oh, maybe God whispered in my mother’s ear to name me Margaret because he knew of the struggles I would go through.
Did you know that the word pearl has become a metaphor for something that is very rare, fine, admirable, and valuable?
Do I think my name suits me? Of course it does! 🙂