Many people give me funny looks and have said “oh my gwad no WAY is that your real name! It’s not is it? it IS! Oh my what an injustice!” as if my name is so bizarre that their brains can’t get around it. Many people expect some exotic name to roll out of my lips.
What I find most interesting that… while I may physically have some interesting features that may not ‘match’ my name… my personality is ALL of the name my parents finally chose for me. I LOVE the name though as it’s pretty simple and after people meet me they NEVER forget who I am!
Have you ever looked at your birth certificate? I’m surprised how many people haven’t. The first time I saw my birth certificate I was probably ten years old, and I recall I kept staring at it quietly. The longer I looked at it, the sadder I became.
It was a sadness that felt empty.
I had no name. I was carried out of the hospital without a name. It wasn’t until a month later that my name was officially recorded. Many years passed when I had developed the maturity to ask my parents why they didn’t have a name for me. I figured, nine months is plenty of time to come up with a name.
I still find it amusing knowing the nature of my parents and I can visualize the stand-off between both of them not wanting to give in. My dad wanted to continue the culture heritage that had been passed down from his great grandma, to grandma to mother and name me Maria and my mom wanted a more fun non Hispanic name ~ their little girl was born in America and she wanted the name to reflect that journey. My dad is a passionate man, and he insisted the name be Maria… my mom is like a rock and she wouldn’t budge it would be Daisy.
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There are 94,473 people in the U.S. with the first name Daisy.
Yes, I sit here and smile. I could see this young Latino family in a New York hospital doing what Latinos do best… being in the moment of the argument, and I can see the hospital staff just not knowing what to do …and yes, letting them walk out in the winter streets of NY with a nameless child bundled in their arms.
A little over a month they return with a name: Daisy Maria.
The origin of the name Daisy: Anglo-Saxon meaning: The day’s eye.
I am not going to say who won here, *smirk* but I’m glad my dad acquiesced to my mothers’ unmoving rock.
Now… help me out here. By looking at me for the first time…. what name do I look like most? What name would you give me? Don’t hold back!
Daisy Says: It’s not the name that matters, but the legend you leave behind that name that will be remembered.
Angel Cipher