The First Name: Silas
Silas didn’t have a name for a half hour or so after he was born. I know people have waited longer than that to name their children before, but we usually name them right away. So for us, this nameless half hour was a big deal. But see, it was REALLY hard to name this boy. Really hard. I have two sisters, and Jason has three – and neither of us has any brothers. We started out with two girls and just assumed we’d have a girl-heavy family like most of our relatives. When Asher came along, we used our one boy name on him (I’ve had him named since I was 12, basically) and it was fairly easy.
When we found out Callan was a boy, it was tough. I even broke one of my name rules – no two syllable names that end in -en/-an/-in because it rhymes with our last name. But when we finally found a name we both liked, we decided we’d just go for it. Plus, we call him Cal, which makes it feel less rhyme-y to me.
We knew Silas was a boy, as well. And we were/are thrilled. Except for the name! How would we ever find him a name?! It took us all of his pregnancy, and then some, to name him. Lots of mediocre contenders, but The One never popped up. We tossed around Silas several times, and we both liked it alright. Most baby name websites have Silas as being of Latin origin, meaning “forest” or “wood.” Which is really a fine meaning for a name. We do live in the woods, after all. It wasn’t until, during one of my numerous late-night baby name Google-fests, I stumbled across this definition for Silas:
Derived from the Aramaic sh’īlā (asked for).
Asked for. Asked for! It was perfect! For various reasons, we prayed very hard for a healthy baby and pregnancy, which sounds very obvious and common to me now that I type that out. But I guess without going into some personal details, I can just affirm that Silas was very much asked for. He was an answer to prayer, and his name became more obvious after that.
The Middle Name: Five
Silas is our fifth full-term, live-born child. We called him “Five” and “Baby Five” throughout his pregnancy. I, in particular, latched onto “Five” as a nickname for him. (The kids latched on to “Bob the Builder,” shortened to “Bobby,” for what it’s worth. That did not, however, translate into a legal name. Sorry, kids.) My mother is the fifth child in her family, and her name means “fifth” in Korean. In honor of her, we gave Silas his middle name. We think it’s perfect.