The Name Game

Sometimes I wonder if he would catch his name a bit easier if we named him something a bit more simple, like Ed, Bob, or Joe. How was I supposed to know I was going to have a profoundly deaf baby who, up until 2 weeks ago, didn't have access to 90 percent of the sounds in his name? What did his name sound like before his implant? Did he just hear the cadence of my voice? Was he only hearing the "N" sound?

CHRISTIAN.

CHRISTIAN.

CHRISTIAN.

These past two weeks, I've had an opportunity to really think about his name. I've listened to it my heart, bouncing all over, twisting and turning, jumping and flying. I close my eyes and remember the day that we decided that was the name we were going to call our baby boy. We chose the name even before we met him. We believed in the name. We knew in our hearts that our boy, would be CHRISTIAN.

CHRISTIAN.

CHRISTIAN.

CHRISTIAN.

Today he turned when I called his name. He was in his high chair, eating his dinner. And when he turned, I immediately remembered one of the many reasons that we chose that name. As my little boy turned, and focused his huge, beautiful, coffee brown eyes on his Mommy, I felt an amazing sense of Peace. Peace that reminds me that Christ is in everything we do, even when we least expect it.