I was born a week late.
“I was in a hurry for you to be born and your dad kept telling me to be patient. I couldn’t wait to meet you and love you!”
She named me Patience in memory of my tardy arrival. And patience was what I had to learn. She said she wanted me with her – desperately! And yet I remember always waiting for her arrival while growing up. After school when all the other moms had bundled energetic siblings into cars. At concerts when she missed the encores and the after-show buzz. Over weekends when it was her turn to spend time with me. I learned patience through disappointments and waiting. And with patience, I became strong.
And now I am able to wait until the right moment to bid on an item. I can wade through piles of throwaway articles to find the gem. Months can go by until I find the perfect fit for a person’s home.
And I can wait until a person no longer disappoints me or hurts me.
A name that reminds my mother that she had to wait.
A name that reminds me that I have the strength to wait – and the strength to continue despite disappointment.
What does your name mean to you?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2018
(This post is a response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Patience)