Naming my son was no brainer. I just followed a family tradition of "naming by a country."
For example, my name is Spanish, which complements my last name of the same origin. And so, I have given my son a Danish name, or at least two-thirds of it. Danes, as they say, are one of the happiest people on Earth. I need my son to have joy along with peace. It is my sole reason for my choice.
Then one day, I have discovered the Law of Jante, a big thing with the Danes and other Nordic people. A code of conduct which guides an almost fair existence, I may say:
The 10 rules of Jante Law
1. You’re not to think you are anything special.
2. You’re not to think you are as good as we are.
3. You’re not to think you are smarter than we are.
4. You’re not to convince yourself that you are better than we are.
5. You’re not to think you know more than we do.
6. You’re not to think you are more important than we are.
7. You’re not to think you are good at anything.
8. You’re not to laugh at us.
9. You’re not to think anyone cares about you.
10. You’re not to think you can teach us anything.
I realise somehow I live by these tenets subconsciously. A lot of self-doubt, but it promotes my humility, empathy, and compassion for others. I hope and pray my son inherits this part of me.
And then there is hygge, that warm and fuzzy feeling of content, out of content. A kind of mood that this world deserve from everybody. Pure joy, if I am asked, couple with a peaceful disposition in a moment. I strive to provide him such kind of feeling everyday. Love is really all I have, along with faith and hope. That's about it.
xxoxsC
