Nicholas

While my parents were chatting at the table, I went to blurt out a few questions about my name, but decided I should wait a few seconds so they would be listening.  I asked my mom how she and my dad had come to name me Nicholas today.  At first, my mom’s face made me think I was entering treacherous territory, but she answered me eventually.  My mom started out with, “I liked the name, so I gave it to you.” went on to tell me a few reasons for my naming.  At first she acted like my questions was an instigation to have some meaningless conversation, which is usually what it is.  She told me that because I was to be born on Christmas Eve, (I was born three days early however.) her first thought was of St. Nicholas.  I laughed pretty hard at this and made a few jokes about Santa Clause, which she told me I was a dork for.  Then I learned about a T.V. show that she watched as a child called “Eight is Enough”.  It followed a family in California with eight kids, the youngest being a boy named Nicholas.  She decided after watching that show that Nicholas was her favorite name.  I personally do not like the name very much.  I don’t think it fits me like it should.  Having another name would be strange, but I feel like my name shouldn’t be Nick.  When I researched my name and what it could mean, it told me that Nicholas’ tended to be extroverted and loud at times, but could be classy when needed.  I learned that it means victory of the people and was given to men born into wealth with family legacy.  I found this funny since, I am neither.  Although I can be loud and act like a total buffoon at times, I still stick to the belief that my name doesn’t suit me.