Proverbs (I think – I was actually too lazy to look it up) says: A good name is better to be chosen than great riches. I agree.
I was born Bonita Rae Mishler and it was quickly abbreviated to Bonnie and then slowly abbreviated to Bo. I like to say that my name is Bonita but the “nita” is silent. Shhhhh.
Rae is a cutesy thing my mom (who isn’t into cutesy whatsoever, so this is quite surprising indeed) chose when she decided to rhyme me and my sisters’ middle names. Kay. Fay. Rae. Does mine really rhyme if it has an “e” instead of a “y”? These are the insecurities I lived with in my tortured childhood.
When I married Steve, I got a pretty ring, a 1977 Nova and the wonderful last name Stern. I also got a great guy but that’s another post. I love our last name for many reasons, but mostly because it’s kind of scary.
So, when we toss a too-long name, an almost-cutesy middle one, marriage to a man with an intimidating and abrupt last name, and other mysterious factors into the pot of stew, we arrive at what is perhaps the least feminine name in the history of ever.
Bo Rae Stern
Not very flowery, is it?
Still, there’s something about it that I don’t just like…I love. I love being Bo Stern. It doesn’t show up on any baby name lists (for girls, anyway), it’s fast to write… and it really just feels like the me I was always meant to be.
Behold, my name.
Today, I’m remembering to enjoy it.
How about you? Do you enjoy your name?