On Tuesday aka tribe dinner night, we got to reading very amusing name definitions that were riddled with spelling and grammatical mistakes. I’m unsure how we ended up where we did, but I’m pretty sure @robsaiah had something to do with it.
Anyway, I’m reading these definitions aloud and doing such an amazing job, at one point our friends who were here said that this could be my ‘thing’. Reading definitions. Because…I’m looking for a ‘thing’.
Right…back to names. Later that night, I was thinking about the power of names and remembered a movie we saw a few years ago, Black Nativity. One line in the movie was “I heard that when a woman bestows a name on her child, it reveals her hope.” It resonated with me, because our process of choosing our boys’ names was almost at the instituting-new-government-policies level of intensity. It wasn’t something that we took lightly.
This summer I was sharing with a friend my dreams for the future and when I was done, she looked me dead in the eye and said “Tricia, do you know what you just did?”. I had a blank stare…excuse me, what do you mean? She said “You named your baby.” Blank stare again. She said “When you name something, you give it life. You’ve just named your baby!”
I lit up like the mom of a newborn…actually, I don’t think I was lit up when I was the mom of a newborn…but you get the drift. An excitement welled up in me. I. Named. My. Baby. And like a real baby, it’s gonna take some time to be fully ready for the world. But the baby is named.
Sometimes we think simply thinking about our dreams and goals is enough. But I challenge you to ‘name’ it. Speak it out loud. Tell someone who can support and hold you accountable in the process of that dream coming to life.
You don’t have to wait until the New Year to name your dream and speak it out loud. What are you going to name?