Have you ever considered what your name means? When considering what to name a child some people think “what sounds good?” while others think “who will this child be?”. No matter what side of the spectrum you’re on we all know that our names help shape who we are. So I thought I’d share a little bit about my name… My name “Assad” is ( a boy’s name) and variant of Asad (Arabic: أسد) and originally comes from two sources onef rom an Arabic personal name, As‛ad ‘happiest’, ‘luckiest’ or ‘more fortunate’, a superlative adjective derived from sa‛īda ‘to be lucky or happy’. The other source comes from the root word meaning "lion". Assad is not a popular first name for men and an equally uncommon surname or last name for all people. (1990 U.S. Census) and is probably a lot less common now due to the conflict in Syria. Now I wouldn’t say a name is a self fulfilling prophecy but…It is interesting that in some ways the meaning of my name parallels some of my personal characteristics.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
This summer I worked on teaching my son how to swim. He is six years old and though he enjoys being in the water is sometimes nervous about going under. His response to dealing with his fear is never getting his head wet. So I watched him as he played and observed his commitment to never letting his head go under the water. I thought to myself “he’s missing out on so much and doesn’t even know it.” I think there are several times in our lives where we are missing out on things in our lives because we have taken such a tight hold on every aspect of our life that we actually lose our grip. In training people on how to hold a bat in baseball you teach them to hold the bat tight enough so it doesn’t fly out of your hands but not so tight that you’re actually clenching down on it. Its kind of like holding a small bird in your hands, holding tight enough that it doesn’t fly away but loose enough that you don’t hut it. If we’re not careful we will hold our lives too tightly and never really get to truly experience the power they are capable of. Last summer my son went from being committed to not getting his hair wet to swimming because he was willing to “let go”. Are you willing? What are you holding tightly to?