I’ve been on a little break since the birth of my second son, sweet Bodhi. He was born in January and has brought a new level of joy to my existence. I can’t get enough of his marshmallow cheeks and soulful, bright eyes.
With my first son named Rumi after the 13th century Sufi poet, we couldn’t really name this guy Mikey. So throughout my pregnancy, I begged my growing baby to please tell me his name because I was struggling to find one that felt right and I was getting closer and closer to meeting him. Finally, when I was 7+ months into it, the name came to me in one of my sleepless prego nights. I knew instantly this was it – Bodhi! From the place the Buddha found enlightenment, under the Bodhi Tree, meaning “awakened,” understanding the true nature of things. Yes! This was the perfect complement to Rumi. This was the name of our next son. I was dying to tell my husband but it was the middle of the night and I couldn’t bring myself to wake him. So I laid awake with giddy excitement for what seemed like forever, hoping he would share my enthusiasm when he woke.
Lucky for me, he did. From that moment on we had a name and things started to feel differently, like I was starting to get to know my son in a whole new way. And I honestly believe that the name came directly from him. It is so fitting; not only with his calm, happy nature, but also in his appearance. I love that I held out and listened to my inner voice to finally hear it.
Welcome my beautiful Buddha baby, sweet Bodhi James.