The Story of Your Name

Little one, we are choosing your name. It is a big, happy job.

We have a list. It is on a paper stuck to the fridge. Everyone keeps adding to it.

The first name on the list is [first name on our list]. It means [its meaning]. I love how soft it sounds when I whisper it to you.

[Papa's name] likes [second name on our list]. It means [its meaning]. Papa says it slowly, like a little song.

Nani has a favourite too. She wants [third name on our list]. It means [its meaning]. She says it holds a piece of our family.

Dadi says a good name must be easy to call from the gate. So she calls out every name, loud and clear. We all laugh.

A name is the first gift we give.

Some nights, I say the names to you, one by one. I wait to see if you move. Sometimes you give a little kick. Maybe that is your vote!

Every name on the list fits you. It does not matter which one we pick. Each one was chosen with love.

A name is the first gift we give.

Soon we will choose. Maybe I will know when I first see your face. Then your name will go everywhere with you. To school, to friends, to faraway places.

A name is the first gift we give. And every time someone calls it, our love will go with it.