I think my daughter is blessed with a big healthy dose of self awareness. Much of her security and who she is can, of course, be directly attributed to her DNA from her first family. I think it's obvious that she was very loved, no, ADORED by her first family. She just seems to really know who she is and is very aware of what she thinks about, oh, everything. And one of those things she feels strongly about is... her name.
All along we have been calling her a whole variety of names: Abeba, Lilah, Lilah-Abeba, in addition to a whole bunch of sweet names: Lovey, Princess, and Silly Goose seem to be the ones that come up the most. ;-) But sometime this past Summer she announced that she wanted to be called "Avé." (pronounced: AH-vay, as in Avé Maria...) When she would say her Ethiopian name she would often pronounce it "Aveva" instead of "Abeba". I don't know if that was just toddler -speak, or if it was the way her first family pronounced her name, or just a fluke. I really don't know. But when she told us she wanted to be called Avé, it seemed like it might have been a nick-name for "Aveva". Who knows, really??? But... it kinda stuck. And it kinda stuck to the point that when people would call her anything else she would correct them by saying, "Me Avé!" And then when she started pre-school last week I asked her what she wanted her teacher and school friends to call her: Abeba, Lilah, or Avé. And she said without hesitation: "Avé!" So... Avé she is!
|Internet: meet Avé|
So... I think our girl knows herself. She knows who she is and what she wants to be called. And so who are we to stand in her way???