"A wise man is superior to any insults which can be set upon him, and the best reply to unseemly behavior is patience and moderation."
I have an unusual first name.....Josette.....this post is dedicated to all out there who have had to endure the kidding and chiding that being different can bring.
My lineage in French...in fact my lineage dates back to the Louie's.
However...I did not know I was French until very late in life....my 40's in fact. I always thought my mother named me after her French maid when my dad was stationed in Germany after the war.
Not a lot of communication in my family of origin.....anyway.......as a child I hated my first name.
It was a weird name given to an insecure little girl who's eyes were crossed and had to wear glasses. Neither my teachers nor my classmates knew how to pronounce it and it was often slaughtered....with anything from Josetta to Jo Setee ......and anything in between. The first day of school I would squirm in my chair as the roll was read out loud ...... always dreading when my name would come up and would invariably be mispronounced.
When you are a child....you don't want to be different....so I changed my name to a shorter version......and became Jo.
Simple enough....and I've gone by that ever since.
However, as I've grown into myself so to speak....I've come to love my first name.
It's beautiful and different.....and certainly matches the woman I've become. My mom has long passed and I never thanked her for naming me in this special way....so Thanks Mom.
Do you love your name?
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