Author: Darlaranger
Story Title: How Things Circle Around
Chapter Title: A Rose By Any Other Name
Disclaimer: I'm a poor college student. I own nothing, literally. Please don't sue.
Chapter Summary: The meaning in her name--Jordan's POV
Credits: Quite obviously, the title of this chapter belongs to W. Shakespeare. It appears in Romeo & Juliet: Act II, Scene 2.
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How Things Circle Around: A
Rose by Any Other Name
07.22.03 @ 12:15
AM
I have to say, I had no control over her name. I
was drugged. I barely knew my own name at the time.
I mean, Farmboy and I had discussed the whole name
issue, but what he decided to name her while I lay semi-conscious never even
came up during our discussions. (Although, he does say that he did ask
me when he was filling out her birth certificate. He says I nodded yes to his
suggestion. I say I was drugged, I can't be held responsible).
So that is why I have a daughter named Meghann Jordan Emily Hoyt. Meggie for short.
It's not a bad name. In fact, it's a pretty damn good
one. It's solid and it's strong.
Meghann means either strong or soft and gentle depending
on where you check. Jordan means descendent, and Emily means admiring.
All-in-all, it was a name that suggested wonderful
things.
And it's not that I don't like her name, I love it. I liked Meghann from
the very beginning. I liked the sound of it, and I liked the distinctive
spelling. I wanted to give her a little individuality from the moment of her
birth--not that she'd need any help in that area, but still I wanted it. And Emily
I can understand, Farmboy wanted to give me something
I didn't even know I needed--a bit of my mother in my daughter's life.
But Jordan? I don't know why Farmboy thought she needed my name added to the mix. That
was just asking for trouble, but he wanted it, and he got it.
It backfired on him though. The child turned out just like me--in looks,
spirit, heart, and passion--with the exception of those cornflower blue eyes
she got from her daddy. And maybe her sweetness came from Farmboy
too--yeah, it probably did. But otherwise, her personality is entirely me.
She's hellfire on wheels--stubborn, bull-headed, smart-assed--she's got all of
the traits I used to admire most about myself, until I found myself confronted
by someone I couldn't outsmart, couldn't beat, didn't even want to beat. Meggie and I butted heads many times throughout her
childhood, our bull-headed tendencies getting the best of the both of us. But
we made it through all right.
When things get too heated between us, I just go yell at Farmboy.
After all, he set this whole thing in motion; he condemned her to being like
me. But he doesn't mind when I yell, he doesn't see our similarities as a bad
thing. And when he says that, I'm tempted to believe that it's not.
