What's in a name?

Okay, so I took Steeven to school yesterday morning to go over all the results of the tests they did a couple of weeks ago. By the way the ladies at Brandon Elementary that work in this department are wonderful, just had to say that. Anyway, I wasn't feeling the best which I guess is an understatement since following this appointment I went to the doctor who told me my allergies were causing drainage in my throat and, oh ya, I had strep!!
Back to my origianl story. I was at a little circle table with four other ladies, OT, PT, Speech and the director and we all had the same papers in front of us as each lady talked about their part about Steevie. I was doing fine, rolling right along when we came to a page that had his name written out, Steeven I. Christensen. Do any of you catch that? Look again! Even as I type this I am getting choked up, because of the visual, Steeven I. Christensen.
When I had origianlly met with these ladies I expressed my desire for him to learn to write his name as it would be after the adoption is final and we can get his name changed. For some reason I wasn't expecting any reaction, I mean really why would I have a reaction during a meeting like this? Well I did and and it was a big one! Sobbing with a hoarse and very sore throat and I don't think many of the ladies had a dry eye after they realized what my "problem" was. All I could do was point to the paper, because no words would come out, and at first they thought there was an error which would mean I am a freak to react in such a way to an error on the page.
Today as I have thought about this I have been wondering why this is so important to me. Isn't it funny how we, mostly women, can be so sensitive to the littlest of things/details? Don't get me wrong, Wade sees the importance of the name, but wow is all I can say about my reaction. I love that God made me sensitive, he might have overdone it a little but who am I to tell God that :). It seems to have gotten worse over the years, after children that is. The more kids we have the easier I cry! I have to wrap this up because my throat burns everytime I get choaked up, which is why besides being busy I have been working at this post since this morning and it is now 5:00pm.
Okay, so what I am saying is that seeing Steeven's name the way it will be someday really brought out my emotions. Steeven I. Christensen was given to us as a gift from God, just like our other kids, only the way that God planned it carries special significance to me I guess, please don't "hear" what I am not saying. It does for the other three kids as well. They prayed for him for over two years, that he would be part of their family soon. For the first couple fo months Abby would say to God, "Thank you that Steeven is so crazy", meaning wild. She loved it, go figure! When God makes me wait for something I always learn more about myself, see changes I need to make, and then appreciate whatever it finally happens. Obviously I am a slow learner because most of the things between God and I take ahwile to come about. Oh well, he loves me anyway!
The significance in a name is unique to each individual. In my family we gave Jordyn the middle name Lee, which is mine and my mother's. Abby is Abigail Mae, my grandfather's name is Gail, my grandma's name was Ida Mae, and Wade's moms' middle name is Mae. Wade and his dads' middle names are Dean so that is Carter's middle name as well. Steeven's given name is Steevenson Herman Israel, we will give him the name Steeven Israel Christensen. We are keeping the spelling of his first name that way because it is unique and so is he. His birth mother is a very special lady and will always hold a special place in our hearts. I hope that she would be proud of our decision.