My husband wanted a boy. He said so he could pass down our family name. His concern really fell on deaf ears with me. Obviously, I’m a woman. So, all my life, I expected to change my name. That’s why his talk of family names didn’t have the same meaning to me. And then, our grandson was born. I understood.
That all changed with the birth of our grandson.
That first bundle of blue, our grandson, became the living link even I could recognise. He would ensure that our family wouldn’t end with us.
I understand that there are many people who think that is trivial. I did too. But then again, the older you get, the easier it is to see the real treasures in life.
One thing that I realised was that it’s not just handing down a surname. There is much more to it than that. Yes, as I said, your grandson ensures that your family tree will have another branch and continue to live. But what does it do for him?
Proverbs 22:1 (NIV)
“A good name is more desirable than great riches;
to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.”
My mother grew up in the depression. My grandfather had six kids to feed. And yet, even during the depression he never lacked work. For one reason. His name. He had built himself a reputation as a hard-working, honest man.
As my children were growing up in a small town we taught them to guard their name. I know we aren’t the only family to do that. I remember an elderly man telling me what his grandfather told him. He said,
“Son I’ve given you a good name. It’s only five letters long. Keep it clean, and take good care of it. Then it will take care of you.”
When you think of it, isn’t that something we all want? We just sort of take it for granted that no one cares. If we as grandparents care, there is a by-product produced. Pride in belonging to something, something that is considered special.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that my family is perfect, therefore it’s special. I’m saying if we value something, and pass down that value–it is special to the one receiving it.
Kids want to be a part of a winning team and wear their names across their backs. They are proud of their school or their club. Sadly, too many are proud of the gang they belong to. What’s the one thing they have in common? They are part of something that they want to claim as their own name.
How wonderful would it be if it is their own name? Polish it up a bit for the next generation–and pass it on with pride.