Monday, May 28, 2012
What’s in a Name?
Celia just gave birth to a son, whom she cradled as Rob leaned over and embraced them both.
“Don’t call our moms in yet,” Celia said. “I want it to be just the three of us for another few minutes.”
“I’m so proud of you, Cele,” Rob said. “Look what you did!”
Celia, looking at their son, began to tear up.
They gazed together at their son, whose eyes were open wide and gazing back at Celia, as if putting together the face with the voice he had been listening to for months. “So what do we name him?” Celia said. They had talked about names early on, but life had gotten crazy with Celia’s mother moving in with them, deciding to buy a house and the move. It seemed like a long time since they had talked about it.
“Well, we have dad names and grandfather names,” Rob said.
“You have a name, too,” Celia said. “I like Robert.”
“Too confusing,” Rob said. “But maybe for its middle name. I mean, for his middle name.”
“OK. So maybe ‘something Robert.’”
“Pssst,” they heard. Rob looked up at the doorway to see Celia’s mother sticking her head in. “The nurse said it’s here,” she said. “What is it?”
Rob looked at Celia for permission to reveal and she nodded. “It’s a boy!”
“Can we come in?” Rob’s mother said, peeking around Celia’s mother.
“Let’s get him named first,” Celia said, quietly.
“Give us five, Mom,” Rob said. “We’ll let you know.”
What do Rob and Celia name their son?