Saturday, April 27, 2013


In 1992 I was pregnant with my first baby.  Early in my pregnancy my son's father came home with an idea for a boy's name.  When I heard it I fell in love with it.  Once the ultrasound confirmed we were having a son, I was so excited.  People would ask if we had chosen a name and I would tell them what we had chosen.  More than once I'd get a strange look and then they would ask if I'd ever seen "Children of the Corn."

My son is named Malachai and I love the name.  It's Hebrew and means messenger.  I'm aware that in the Bible it is spelled Malachi but when I filled out the birth certificate I was sleep deprived .  I also just thought it looked better spelled that way. The worst part about the misspelling is that his name is often mispronounced "Ma-lah-chi".

I still haven't seen any of the "Children of the Corn" movies but I am aware of what the movies are about, so I understand why people would ask. I can't remember the last time I ran across a Jezebel, Salome or Judas.  These characters are notorious and have a negative image. No one wants a name with a negative image.

When I was pregnant with my second baby, my husband and I started with a list which we narrowed down systematically. Eventually, we came up with our choice.  We did debate with family members about a middle name and in the form of compromise ended up saddling my second born with two middle names.  It's done quite a bit but honestly, when was the last time you saw a form with space for two middle names!

A name is a very important intimate thing. Our parents take great thought and care when choosing one.  Our name belongs to us and is intimate. I'm Stacey Terrial by the way!