A little bit of semi-satire, mostly-info, which reflects my view. Written long before the death of the King of Pop.
In Defense of Faith, Hope, and Charity
…and River, Spring, Meadow, Hunter, Rainbow, Apple, Mist, Summer, Olive, Sage, Autumn, Sunshine, Willow, Blossom, Dusk, Stardust, Fern, Sky, Moss, Windsong, Moon, Harmony, and Snowphish.
For centuries, the English language has stolen words from other languages with such a lack of shame that most children today are shocked to hear their French teacher say “Bon appétit” and then explain that it’s what French people always say before eating. (Ok, maybe not, but maybe…)
And with the half a billion words pillaged from our linguistic neighbours came a plethora of names.
This smorgasbord of linguistic booty, combined with the colonist’s notoriously lazy tongue, has left us English speakers with the idea that a personal name has to be a random string of letters mostly conforming to the rules of English phonotactics, but never, never should they have any meaning!!
But it doesn’t have to be this way. The Salish people on Canada’s west coast name their children with a trait or virtue they hope for them, and then they receive a new name at adolescence for a trait that they’re now known for. At adulthood they may even receive another name after some expectation they hope to live up to. Arabic parents also give their children names after positive traits they hope for them. The Chinese, on the other hand, give their children horrible names, like Mudface at birth to scare off evil spirits. When the child is old enough to get a real name, boys are often named linked with firmness and strength, and girls are given names resonant of flowers and beauty.
So you get the point; parents all name their children after pleasant things, but the point is, they use words from their own language that are meaningful to them.
So go ahead, name your kids something unique, call her Dusk, Moss, or Fern. Name him Sage, Topaz, or Gryffin. Have fun screwing with your kid’s kindergarten teacher with Bittersweet, Rainbow, or Onyx.
Just please, we don’t need a Prince Michael III.