Wednesday, September 19, 2012
I never mentioned why we picked the name Zoë. It had been on our short list since we were married for potential girl names and I had thought of it now and then, but never fully committed myself to it. My entire pregnancy I was set on the name Elizabeth. It's such a great classic name with so much versatility. (Liz, Lizzy, Beth, Betty, Betsy, Ellie, Elle...) But as my due date came closer and closer it just wasn't feeling right.
During the brief stint that my parents were visiting from Russia last Christmas, my mom and I were in the kitchen getting dinner prepared and we were talking about names. I mentioned the name Elizabeth to her and her reaction was neutral...which as a daughter, was a good thing. (Better than giving it the axe like she did when I wanted to name Lucy "Mazy". Thank you, mom! It was a momentary lapse of judgement for sure. Nothing wrong with that name, and no offense to anyone with a Mazy or named Mazy...just not right for me and my family.) I find I crave my mother's approval much more than I realize sometimes, and I am very much influenced by her opinions on things--whether consciously or not. Luckily, my mom has great taste, an open mind, and a great world view on things.
I casually mentioned we were thinking of Zoë as a name (yes, complete with umlauts over the e. This is done by pushing OPTION and the letter U at the same time, then releasing and typing E--just in case anyone was wondering). My mom reacted with such joy at the name, complete with a little gasp and said, "Oh...I just LOVE that name!"
That's when I decided to walk over to the lap top and google the name Zoë to find its meaning. I've said it before, but the meaning of a name holds a lot of value for us. I'm so grateful for the meaning of Lucia/Lucy (light) and all that it has symbolized for our family. And that Peter means "Rock"-- a little boy who grounded us and gave us a new foundation after our family was shattered. So when I saw the meaning of Zoë I knew Vic would love it. I already knew he liked the name, but again, when I saw the meaning not only did I know he would like the name even more, I KNEW THAT WAS HER NAME. I got chills. In fact, I got teary. It was a powerful moment for me. I had no doubt whatsoever that Zoë would be her name.
It simply means this: LIFE
Life after death. Life to be lived. Life to look forward to. New life. Life back into our family. And every other connotation of the word life.
I needed this new life.
P.S. This happened before I "knew" the gender of the baby. But I always "knew" it was a girl. Just had to prove it to Vic a few weeks later.
Posted by Molly Bice-Jackson at 11:43 AM