I think I’ve found it.
My grandma name :: one that fits me and one that my children’s offspring will hopefully enjoy calling me.
But before that grand announcement {no pun intended!}, I have to tell you that I’ve completely obsessed about this. Even in the middle of tossing emotions, as the thought of becoming ‘grandmother’ to some little person hit me, I would starting thinking of a name. What are they all going to call me?
I thought of just allowing little Isaiah to name me and set the tone for future grandchildren :: but then my husband went ahead and chose his own name.
Papa.
Great. Now I felt the need to choose one too! So I obsessed a bit more…{by this I mean that Google became a near & dear friend for several days; alright, that is a slight exaggeration}
Then one morning out of the blue, a name popped into my head. Nia. Nia (pronounced nee-ah).
Ooooh, I liked it. Short, cute, sweet and yet I can imagine it growing with me. I wrote it out, whispered it often and matched it up with grandpa’s choice. Papa and Nia. Nia and Papa. Yep, this was a keeper.
True to my personality, knowing it was a choice for a girl’s name (though I’ve never met anyone with the name), I looked it up to be sure it didn’t have an odd meaning. And that discovery sealed the deal ~
Origin and Meaning of the Name Nia :: radiance, brightness; also from a Swahili word meaning purpose.
Yes.
Oh, I seriously hope Isaiah likes it too.
