Reflections on a Baby Naming

“A person has three names: one that he is called by his father and mother; one that people know him by, and one that he acquires for himself”
Midrash, Kohelet Rabba

Words matter. Names are important. What we call ourselves, what others call us, often impacts the way we view ourselves and the way we are seen in this world. With that as a belief, what a great privilege it was to recently be involved in a naming ceremony for my granddaughter. “My granddaughter” – the words “my” and “granddaughter” don’t yet naturally fall off my lips together. I am new at this stage.

Her name was not a secret before she was born and yet, stringing her names together in a particular way, to create a unique first, middle and last English name and a Hebrew name that would be attached to a living breathing person didn’t quite seem real until her birth. At that moment the words became powerful and the connections across time and space felt very meaningful.

Like many of their generation her parents are not members of a synagogue and like many other children she will be raised celebrating a variety of holidays. In the spirit of Judaism in the age of millennials, neither of those things got in the way, and we planned an intimate naming on the porch of a summer house that my parents, her great grandparents, purchased almost 50 years ago.

Through surfing the internet (What to Expect at a Baby Naming) we found that
there were so many options available to us in a progressive Jewish naming ceremony that everyone’s needs could be easily met. We created a very brief ceremony that included wine, stories, jokes and a few blessings. We talked about the meaning and origin of her names. We talked some about our wishes, hopes and dreams. As we stood on the porch we also talked about the great grandparents that she was named after and will never have the opportunity to know in person. To her they will just be names and stories. For me, they are my parents. They are the ones who brought me home from the hospital, who gave me my name.

I had tears in my eyes as we finished our ceremony with Shehechiyanu. Wanting to hold on to the moment, possibly wanting to share the joyous moment with others, I began filming with my iphone, because that’s what we all do these days. Midway through I had an abrupt awareness that although it might be wonderful to show this video at her Bat Mitzvah, wedding or some other meaningful moment, by filming it I was watching and not participating in this powerful blessing. I abruptly cut the video short and completed the blessing as a full participant. (Note to self: Beware of that tendency throughout her life. The moments will pass quickly and it doesn’t really matter if I remember them, what matters is that I experience them.)

Within a few minutes we were all back to the games and jigsaw puzzle we had been doing beforehand. Everything was the same and yet, it was different. As a family we had now created a new intentional link in our chain from the past to the future.

In the midst of wonderful family chaos, I stopped for a few semi quiet moments and reflected a bit more about my parents and my grandparents, their hopes, their dreams, their lives. They were raised in a very different time and place. I wish they could have been here to experience this moment. I wanted them to witness and appreciate the complexity of the fabric of Jewish life today in the United States. My mother and I both had to fight to be “counted” in our Jewish community. Their great granddaughter was born into a very different reality. The role of women has changed; the role of synagogues has changed; Jewish education is changing. The meaning that she will make of her world and the ways and place in which Judaism will matter in her life will be different than any of our experiences. We can’t yet even imagine what that will look like. I want them to know that, however that looks, she is already, and will continue to be, embraced in a loving circle of family with deep roots formed and strengthened by the ways in which each one of her ancestors lived their lives.

As her life progresses, she will be known by many names, some given by others and some chosen by her. For the moment, I am filled with joy, awe, respect, tenderness and hope as I think about the names, and the meaning embedded in those names, that her parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, bestowed upon her on the porch of a home filled with meaning.

How blessed I am to be here, to be living and breathing in this time, and in this space, as this precious child begins her journey and acquires her names.

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4 Responses to Reflections on a Baby Naming

  1. cmddesigns says:

    Margie, loved this!

  2. Amazing, beautiful, heart-touching, authentic, and an incredible gift to her! You were were right to forget the pictures and videos… give this to her when she becomes a Bat Mitzvah! (You are am amazing woman, Margie F. Bogdanow!) I am proud to be your friend…

  3. Pat Mintz says:

    Everything I think of my mom I am reminded of the three special little girls named after her. Hannah Nicole, Tracy Nicole and Dylan Nicole and it confirms what a special woman she was. Hopefully Ava carries that same reminder for you…,may she always be a blessing in your life.

  4. As always, right on! Her great great and great grandparents would be so proud!

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