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Considering how completely she fills every aspect of my life and how she forms an integral part of this blog’s existence, ‘G’ is most definitely for ‘Gy’.
Writing this post, I think back and realise what an incredibly blessed journey it has been- this road called motherhood. I remember it so very well. Every step of the way from the moment that I realised I was pregnant to the time that I held her red, chubby body against mine.
And I know this might sound corny, but I knew what her name was, even before she was born, nay, even before she was conceived. V and I could agree on one thing and one thing alone- the name for our daughter.
What if it had been a boy, you ask? The poor chap would have been nameless for many months, given how V and I could not see eye to eye on a single boy’s name. If I picked one, he rejected it, saying he knew somebody by that name. Names he picked almost, always gave me memories of being stalked by similarly-named weirdos back in college! (Yes, that is a creepy story for another day!)
Knowing how people can get pretty wound up over names, it was a pleasant surprise to see how readily everyone received our choice of name. They all loved it- grandparents, uncles, aunts, friends, cousins, acquaintances- you name it.
As all children are wont to say, Gy says she loves her name.
Then again, ask her that question when she’s a teenager and chances are she may react like this:
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