Day 6 – I am a Namesake


For years, I didn’t care for my name…no, not true – I hated it. I hated my name because it was so different, and of course when you are a child, the last thing you want to be is different.  When I was five years old, I asked my mother why she named me what she did…I don’t remember her answer, I was 5. What I do remember is that Miss Molly on Romper Room NEVER called my name and it was devastating…ok not devastating, but you get my point – I was 5!

To me, my name was so terribly old fashioned- circa 1920’s. I wanted to be named something normal- like Kimberly. That’s what I wanted my name to have been, I told my mom this, and she told me that I had a cousin named Kimberly (although Ive never met this cousin with my wished for name) then I asked my mom to name me Nicole- I was 6 then. I must have been under the impression that you can change your name whenever you wanted to. My mother told me that when I grew up I could change my name to whatever I wanted… Oh the joy! I remember being elated…do six year olds feel elated? I don’t know, but I think I did.

I struggled with my name for most of my life, but that was because I struggled with myself. I thought I was as “un=special” as my name was.  After my mom died, many of the kids she used to take care of (she was an Au pair) came to her funeral. It was there I met one of the first little girls she took care of, her favorite little girl – Maxine.

She named me after that little girl.

Of course she was not a little girl anymore. I’d never met anyone else with my name before…well actually I had her name. This name was special to my mom.


I’d like to say that I started liking my name then…but I didn’t. When I started liking me, and learning more about God, I found out that He cared for me so much, that my name is written on His hand – even figuratively I know that this means God likes me a lot, He will not forget me, and as I heard a minister say -it’s my picture in His wallet.  No matter what my name is or even better yet – because my name is Maxine.  That’s awesome.  It was then that I started to fall in love with my name which happens to mean greatest.  It’s when I was older and looking back, I saw just how special my name was.  I love my name.

And now, there is no way my name could be anything else.

Besides, I don’t look like a Kimberly or a Nicole!

I need you to know that you are just as special to God your name is in His hand too. Look it up – Isaiah 49:16.  And I bet your photo is right beside mine in His wallet!


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2 thoughts on “Day 6 – I am a Namesake

  1. I love this article. We chose to give our girls very unique names and plan middle names so they can choose as they age. Oh how I hope they can embrace Their names since we prayed and believe they are prophetic choices. May you embrace yours to the fullest.


    • Thank You so much for your comment! It meant a great deal to me. I do hope that you will share with your girls the story of their names as they grow up. I think it would make them feel even more special!


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