3 Years On a Bus to Savannah
Mar. 8, 2010 6:42 am
Updated: Jun. 15, 2010 7:30 am
First off, I like the art of misdirection. My blog titles will be, and
have been, misleading. This isn't the story of the longest bus ride in history to
Georgia, Sorry. Never been there.
I'm always curious how some
parents arrive at the names they choose for their children. You have
your Jennifers, Tiffanys, Michaels and Marks from my generations youth.
Nowadays names like Caleb, Reagan, Gabby and Emily abound. Some choose
from books or movies they like. Still others go with the family
connection. I, however, did none of those. My daughter's name was
chosen years in advance of her birth.
After arriving in Washington
state I went about 2 1/2 to 3 years with no vehicle. I was all about
the public transit and the occasional taxi. The taxi was usually
reserved for those days when I went grocery shopping and simply could
not lug 10 bags of food by myself onto and off of a bus! I took the bus
to work everyday at the mall where I had a job in a salon. Now, as you
might guess, there are all kinds of people on a public transit bus. One
person in particular stood out to me right from the start. She was a
single mother trying to make it to school and work so she could raise
her little girl. Her daughter couldn't have been more than 2 years old,
maybe 3. Everyday I would ride and sit near this mother and her child.
Quietly admiring how this mother seemed so intent on spending her time
on the bus teaching her daughter the abc's, reading to her or simply
singing a silly song. Children are like sponges. Soaking it all up.
As time went on and I watched this little girl growing up on an almost
daily basis, I became painfully aware that she wasn't progressing like
others her age. That never stopped her mom from spending their time on
the bus as an opportunity to learn. Oh, how I admired her! Finally, the
day came when I got a car and no longer needed to ride that bus. "Yea",
I thought. No more waiting in the rain, no more missed
connections...and sadly, no more Savannah.
I would sometimes on my
way past the bus stop see Savannah with her mother, and even though I
never spoke to them again, the impression left on my heart by that
little girl stayed with me. I had decided that if I ever had a little
girl I would name her Savannah. Up until that point I had never heard
of anyone with that name. After all, who names their child after a
town?! I, of course, did not name my daughter after a town in Georgia.
I named her after a little angel I met on a bus in Bellingham
My niece DID name her daughter after a town in Georgia!
You guessed it....Savannah! Though she and I lived in different parts
of the country while pregnant and had NOT spoken to each other about
baby names. We delivered 11 days apart and low and behold, gave our
daughters the same name! We spell them differently and the middle names
are different, too. For a short time they were even raised together
after I moved back home to Oklahoma.
And that, folks, is the story of my 3 year bus ride to Savannah.