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.