Those of you who know Ben (or have read about him at all) know that he's a highly intense little man. He was born thinking. We used to joke because, as an infant, we'd put him in his swing and instead of looking at the red-nosed bears on the mobile, he would watch the joint where the swing met the support. I think he's been cursed with an analytical mind.
I might be the worst mother ever, but after a while the questions get very tiresome. Yes, I know I should be encouraging it. He's just trying to learn. So on and so forth. I believe I've mentioned my lack of patience before. I'm working on it.
He started out with the questions early this morning. Luckily for him, I was receptive to answering them at the time. I'm not sure what got him onto the topic of name meanings, but that's what he was quizzing me about. The meaning of our childrens' names played a large part in why we named them what we did, so I happened to know the answers. So often these days, it seems like I don't have answers for his questions. That's how you know they're growing up. Anyway, here's how it played out:
Ben: Mommy, what does the name Sarah mean?
Me: It means Princess.
Ben: Okay. What does Abby mean?
Me: Abigail means Father's Joy.
Ben: How about Benjamin? What does Benjamin mean?
Me: It means Son of the Right Hand.
(A pause, as I could see the wheels turning in Ben's head.)
Ben: So, does Samuel mean Son of the Left Hand?
For those of you who may care, Samuel actually means God has heard.
The winner of lamest name meaning in my family of five goes to me. Jennifer means "white". How appropriate.
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