Thursday, May 26, 2011
What's in a name
Meet Billy Boy.
Actually our little man just calls him "Boy". He is not handmade or thrifted. He was a recent gift from Babcia. He was received at just the right time. It is only now really that Che has been more into cuddling his softies and seeing them as distinct entities. Boy is now with our naps and sleeps and a general all round good guy.
It is an intersting process choosing a name. I have always been quite spontaneous and intuitive. As soon as I found my dogs as young puppies their name just popped into my head. My sons name came to me in the middle of a night in my late 20's. If I ever have a son I am going to call him Che, were my thoughts.
Whilst I was living and working in the Northern Territory, I was taken back by the humour and take on western names that local indigenous people would choose. Of course they would have their traditioal names but to interact with Balandas (white people) there were names such as "Astro Boy", "Diesel Engine", "Ceclia Chainsaw", "Tea Bag" and "Ding Dong". I love how they seemed to have taken something that was relevent in white man's environment, as their own.
I came across a comment recently in my reading, not sure of the original source, "Being white is like having an invisible passport". It really resonated with me for some time.
Maybe when Billy Boy grows ups, you never now he may one day become a revolutionary?
Ah but he can be whoever he really wants to be. The world is his oyster.
So to invite discussion, how did you choose the names for your loved ones, furry or skin covered?