I posted here about a month ago because I was plagued with an immense feeling of name regret. While I did and do think the name [name_f]Vivienne[/name_f] is beautiful, it is simply not our daughters name. We toyed with coming up with a nickname that sort of loosely riffed on her name, but all the options felt forced. We contemplated calling her her middle name (Pearl) but it didn’t feel right either.
When I was pregnant I came across a name I fell in love with. Instantly I knew it was IT. But then I asked too many opinions and let myself get talked out of it. Wont make that mistake again.
But at only eight months old, it didn’t feel too late to make a change. One morning, seemingly out of nowhere, my four-year-old son turned to me and said “do you know what I think we should really call Vivi… Selah!” [name_f]Selah[/name_f] was the name that I fell in love with when I was pregnant. We haven’t talked about it in 10 months. But hearing my son say it out loud somehow felt like giving me permission. I smiled and let it go because I didn’t want to read too much into it and then when I picked him up from school that afternoon he said first thing, “so are we going to call her [name_f]Selah[/name_f]? [name_m]Can[/name_m] we call all the family and tell them?”
That was enough for me. I believe that children, like animals, are creatures of intuition. And I think my son somehow knew the whole time what his sisters name should be. So, [name_f]Vivienne[/name_f] [name_f]Pearl[/name_f] is now [name_f]Selah[/name_f] [name_f]Vivienne[/name_f] and I couldn’t be happier. We pronounce it the Hebrew way, like [name_f]Stella[/name_f] without a T. It is HER name. And once I got over what other people would think (probably a good life lesson in general) the solution couldn’t have been clearer.
Anyway, that’s my story! [name_f]My[/name_f] original post was so long and rambling and it got so much thoughtful reply— that I felt I owed a follow up.