Today I was on a call with a woman named Grace. I love the name Grace. What a beautiful intention for parents to create for their daughter naming her Grace. Oh, the possibilities they created in their choosing.
As I thought this thought, I wondered, when my parents named me, what was their intention for me? I know that they wanted a name that was unique to me. Given that my dad is the youngest of 15 children, finding a name that none of my relatives already had was a challenge! In the end, I got the same name as a distant cousin, Vicki – and not just my first name…we ended up with the same first and middle name: Vicki Lynn, even spelled the same. Not even different spellings, like Vickie, or Vicky, or Lynne – Vicki Lynn. If I’m correct, though, our last names are different. I am Vicki Lynn Flaherty.
So what did, what does, Vicki mean to my parents? My mom has told me that the one thing they knew for certain – at 17 and 21 years old – was their love for each other, and for me, even before I was conceived, when I was just an imagined possibility in their hearts. They trusted as truth that LOVE would be enough.
Right now I’m thinking Vicki is a pretty beautiful name, too…a name that means love, a name that is so full of heart it bursts with light.