It all started when I found out that I was indeed expecting. I was an emotional wreck and hadn’t a clue what I would name my baby. Since childhood, I always wanted to have a baby boy instead of girl, so when I found out that I was carrying a boy, I was ecstatic! And so, the naming game began. I would look everywhere – from street signs, to foreign words – for a name that stuck with me. I looked online, in the Bible, fumbled through the Koran, and even reviewed various parts of the Bhagavad Gita for a name.
Sadly, nothing stuck with me. Believe it or not, I pretty much knew that I’d be a single parent, and I was completely fine with that. I just felt, that since I couldn’t think of a suitable name, that the greatest gift that the biological father could give my child, would be his name. Were there arguments? No. We came to an agreement and after several weeks of contemplation, I was presented the name. “Elijah Elohim,” he said. I thought about it a bit, and thought a little more, and decided that it was just right. It sounds peaceful, and enigmatic at the same time.
Submitted By Angela.