“We wear our names heavily. And though we have tried to escape their influence, they have seeped into us, and we find ourselves living their patterns again and again.” ― Eleanor Brown, The Weird Sisters.
Ever since I was a little kid I’ve hated my name. I don’t think it suits me at all. It’s very unique and different, and I’ve always been the plainest of the plain.
I guess I should probably tell you my name then, something I’ve been dreading for a while now, if I’m honest. Well, my name is Cheriese. There it is.
‘Cheriese’ is an English expression meaning “The tree and its fruit” and I will admit that I do love that.
But you will never find it on a magnet or a mug or anything cool like that and I wouldn’t be surprised if you misspelled it the first few hundred times, or even pronounced it wrong.
My nicknames have included: She, Sea, Chers, Riese, Sheese and Sherry.
I’ve always wished my name was Catherine or
or something simple and normal. Elizabeth
Would I have been happier or more successful if my parents had named me Elizabeth? Maybe.
And it’s just funny because I think if I were an Elizabeth and I met a Cheriese I would think it was such a pretty name, amazing how life works, eh?
Do you love your name, or do you wish you could have a do-over? If you could offer your parents some advice on the very important decision that is your name, what would you tell them?