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I Was Just Wishing You Were Here, So We Could Walk Down To The Sea, And We Could Throw All Our Leaves, Seeing Our Dragon When We Look
--"Brightly Wound", Eisley
Brielle.
It's officially on the market, boys and girls. Enjoy. After years of hoarding that name with Tara and DeAnn I came across somebody who was fortunate enough to be born with that name. Thus, the name loses its uniqueness, its specialness. It's just like any other name one comes across so now I'll have to put in some extra time to derive a new name that sounds just as splendid. It's really a shame because Brielle was such a pretty name.
It isn't even so much losing the name, it's losing the idea of the name. That was the name that had its origins when, like in any other couple, you start imagining what you would name your kids. With Tara, we both preferred Gabrielle as a name we both could get behind. Thus, it was decided that if we were ever to ever have a daughter that she would be called Brielle. However, it wasn't until I met DeAnn and we both agreed that we couldn't stand the nickname Gabby, which anyone who has ever been name Gabrielle has come across, that we decided that we'd take the intiative and just lop off the bit we didn't much care for and keep the part that sounded lovely. Brielle is such a strong, and still sweet feminine name, I am honestly surprised that more people have not settled on this name long before now.
I don't know--when I always pictured my daughter Brielle I pictured what everyone always pictured--that portrait of bliss, those indelible experiences of teaching her all that you know, passing on all the wealth of knowledge I had to offer. I don't think I would have been a great father. I don't even think I would've made a good one. I think I would've been decent, probably made a lot of mistakes. I'll tell you one thing, though, I would have loved Brielle as much as I have loved anyone. I would have taken down her to the ocean everyday and told her stories while listening to the surf hit the sand. There's something about the sea that makes storytelling more enchanting and there is something about the idea of the idea of taking Brielle down to the sea that appealed to me. Maybe it's the whole idealistic "forlorn and wistful" shot from Avonlea that I want to recreated, but I think it more has to do with the unfettered simplicity of man taking his daughter out to play in the water. That's my idea of fatherhood. That was my plan for her. That's what Brielle had in store for her. Any day she wanted to I would have taken her to the beach.
That's over now. I mean--it really was over when DeAnn and I parted ways, but I always held onto the name with the idea that I would be able to convince my new love that we should name our daughter Brielle. I always had that hope. With the name already being spoken for, though, it really is over.
Brielle and I shall never visit the ocean together.
Good-bye, my little daydream...
Yours Swimmingly,
mojo shivers
Brielle.
It's officially on the market, boys and girls. Enjoy. After years of hoarding that name with Tara and DeAnn I came across somebody who was fortunate enough to be born with that name. Thus, the name loses its uniqueness, its specialness. It's just like any other name one comes across so now I'll have to put in some extra time to derive a new name that sounds just as splendid. It's really a shame because Brielle was such a pretty name.
It isn't even so much losing the name, it's losing the idea of the name. That was the name that had its origins when, like in any other couple, you start imagining what you would name your kids. With Tara, we both preferred Gabrielle as a name we both could get behind. Thus, it was decided that if we were ever to ever have a daughter that she would be called Brielle. However, it wasn't until I met DeAnn and we both agreed that we couldn't stand the nickname Gabby, which anyone who has ever been name Gabrielle has come across, that we decided that we'd take the intiative and just lop off the bit we didn't much care for and keep the part that sounded lovely. Brielle is such a strong, and still sweet feminine name, I am honestly surprised that more people have not settled on this name long before now.
I don't know--when I always pictured my daughter Brielle I pictured what everyone always pictured--that portrait of bliss, those indelible experiences of teaching her all that you know, passing on all the wealth of knowledge I had to offer. I don't think I would have been a great father. I don't even think I would've made a good one. I think I would've been decent, probably made a lot of mistakes. I'll tell you one thing, though, I would have loved Brielle as much as I have loved anyone. I would have taken down her to the ocean everyday and told her stories while listening to the surf hit the sand. There's something about the sea that makes storytelling more enchanting and there is something about the idea of the idea of taking Brielle down to the sea that appealed to me. Maybe it's the whole idealistic "forlorn and wistful" shot from Avonlea that I want to recreated, but I think it more has to do with the unfettered simplicity of man taking his daughter out to play in the water. That's my idea of fatherhood. That was my plan for her. That's what Brielle had in store for her. Any day she wanted to I would have taken her to the beach.
That's over now. I mean--it really was over when DeAnn and I parted ways, but I always held onto the name with the idea that I would be able to convince my new love that we should name our daughter Brielle. I always had that hope. With the name already being spoken for, though, it really is over.
Brielle and I shall never visit the ocean together.
Good-bye, my little daydream...
Yours Swimmingly,
mojo shivers
posted by mojo shivers | 12:43 AM
4 Comments:
Mojo,
How romantic. When you have a daughter, it's clear that she will be a daddy's girl. That you would be wishing such things for her before she is born is lovely.
You chose the right words when you said "forlorn and wistful," the essay carries a thread of bittersweet reality and wishing for childhood--maybe your own not hers.
It's really nicely understated, even the most macho guy who can read would understand what you're saying.
smiles,
Liz
A rose by any other name mojo; out of the mind and into the heart.
You don't understand. I had my heart set on that name. I've been spending the last couple of days trying to concoct a new resplendent name, but everything pales in comparison to Brielle.
I do understand and I find it admirable that a man actually feels enough of that about a future child to think of a name nevermind put so much romanticism into it. I thin however that if you had a child the feeling that you would feel , you would feel with or without that name. I can't wait for you to have one just to see how you will write about it.
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