What's in a name?
Jasai - 30
Los Angeles, CA
2 children - 1 boy (10), 1 girl (4)
“When I have a son I'm gonna name him Joseph Darnell Curtis Zephryn Morris.”
This is what my ten-year-old son tells me this morning during a pause in his weekend chores.
I lose my breath.
Does this mean that he is going to abandon his children like the namesakes he calls upon to guide his would-be child’s way in the world. Poor baby; great-grandfather, grandfather, father, gone. Will the male inherits of my family be doomed to the curse of wandering and irrepressible selfishness? Should I know that like hair texture and eye color, propensity-to-leave is what comes with the package labeled “who we are” and it was simply that first choice of procreating with ‘him’ that has lead me to this. I have to believe something else. I have to believe it or I will be forever grieved.
How does this happen? What is it that makes this precarious, invisible connection so dense and weighty?
*names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent