What's in a name?
Names and the naming of children is a very personal and meaningful undertaking. Why did Mom name me "Susan?" I have always felt it is so boring and plain. She first thought to name me "Sarel," after my great grandmother, (my bubbe), but Mom thought it was too exotic!
Too exotic!!! It is a wonderful name!!!
I get my wish, this late in life, to change my name, at least for belly dance...So I am wondering about naming.
[But first I have to ask, as John Adams did in
one of my favorite plays, 1776: "Is anybody there? Does anybody care?" I have been getting fewer comments so I wonder if I'm over. I'll still keep on writing, because it's what I do, but I like hearing from people! Okay, on with the show.]
It feels like most of my life, I strive for one thing, and end up with another. I strive for sophistication and elegance, but I never quite get there. In decorating, I ape Restoration Hardware living rooms and end up with funky, shabby chic. In hairstyle, I think "straight and glossy," and end up with curly/wavy after a few hours. In body, I aimed for "as thin as possible," and still ended up with curves and waves.
In mothering, I have always tried to be smart and fair. I end up with passionate and moody.
In belly dance, I strive for controlled and graceful. I end up with shake, shake, shake my meaty booty. I don't shine; I sweat.
So I'm wondering, for the first time ever, if my Mom-given name "Susan" or, as most of my oldest friends know me, "Sue" actually fits me better than I thought. All my life, I dreamed of being a long-straight-haired girl named "Deborah," or "Anastasia," "Natasha," "Alexandra," "Elena;" so in a fit of midlife pique, I started insisting people at least call me "Susan," to make the "Sue" more respectable, the more elegant form of the name.
But no matter what I do, I'm a Sue. I'm not elegant. I'm accessible. I'm an open book. What you see is what you get. It's no mystery. I am no Anastasia.
So maybe I'll just be the more exotic form of Susan: Shoshana. The Hebrew version. Means "a rose." Not bad, not at all bad as flowers go. Maybe, maybe Mom was right??!! Maybe she knew me better than I thought...

Here we are sharing a happy (but definitely not elegant) moment, on the Cape.