A gift from God. Heavenly. A heavenly gift from God. That’s me. Or at least, my name’s meaning.
Finding out the meaning behind the names my mother gave, I initially thought that it was cute. It is cute. Then it made me think – does it suit me? Maybe yes. Maybe no.
Growing up, I was never really close to both my parents. Up to now, I still am not. I grew up on my mom’s side. Though we bump heads consistently, I like to think that she loves me even though I’m not her actual favorite and “mini me.” The holes in our relationship may be patched somehow. I can’t say the same about my estranged father. The relationship has too many damages way beyond repair. Will I ever be able to say and feel that I am what they named me? I don’t know …
On the bright side, I have my maternal grandparents and my aunt who made me feel the true meaning of my name. The immense love they continuously showered me speaks volumes. It really felt like I’m their heavenly gift from God. Even though my grandpa passed away about 27 years ago, I can still feel his love and attention surrounding me everyday. With that, I am forever grateful.
MikaCeline 