The golden boy and his golden balloons!
I always took pride in the name my parents chose for me: Nikkita. I mean, there is not very many people named after a song that has a music video to go with it. "Oh Nikita you will never know..." Elton John created a good one! "In your little corner of the world you could roll around the globe and never find a warmer soul to know". Every time I hear the song it makes me smile and the music video just cracks me up. I always heard conflicting stories from my divorced parents on how I was named, but the one thing that remained constant was the simple fact that my mother wanted to be a bit different with the spelling of my name, but in the end it was simply chosen because both of my parents liked it. Over the years of growing up I took a great interest in my name. I was curious. There were stories from my dad about the Russian president Nikita Kruchev’s influence. From my mother, there were stories about the Young and the Restless characters Nikki and Ashley who also had some influence on my name. Both stories I somehow believe as I ended up with the name Nikkita Ashley.
In high school I took it upon myself to figure out what my name really meant, its origin and particulars. I was pleasantly surprised at the meaning. “Nikkita” the way my parents decided to spell it, a variation of its Original Greek form “Nikita” meaning: “the peoples victory”. I remember thinking in those moments of discovery “how fitting, my parents couldn’t of picked a better name choice.” From there my fascination with names grew. I found it so cool how a name, any given name, came with its own meaning and origin. Like a personal identity. I loved my name and as I grew older, its meaning started coming to fruition with my own journey.
I knew early on, before I even got pregnant with my son, that I would want a name for my child that would be fitting. A name that would provide adequate reflection of who they are, or who they aspired to be. When I was 22 weeks pregnant I sat in the bucket seat of my family’s minivan as we drove to Pennsylvania to watch my younger brother’s football game. Something we always did and still do as a family every chance we get. I was sitting there daydreaming of the future days with my son. Originally, I was naming my little guy Ryott Aurelius. Yup, the name of an undiscovered X- Man. I was looking for something different, something unique. Ryott was a name that attracted me, though I'm not even sure for what reason. His Middle name Aurelius was chosen because of my love for history and my respect for greatness. Marcus Aurelius, the great Emperor of Rome, seemed fitting as my child would be a great leader someday as well (I hope).
Prior to that car ride I knew the name Ryott was no longer working for me. Something just wasn’t sitting right with me. You could say it was a feeling - I just knew. As I sat in the back with my daydreams I could hear a woman’s voice on the radio in the background. She was calling into the local radio show, engaged in light conversation. Her voice was sweet, which seemed to paint a picture of who she was in my head, her personality, her features etc. Her laughter was kind and the tone of her voice genuine. I was touching my tummy in and out of daydreams as I starred out the window. "Cadence, my name is Cadence” I heard her say. I swear, magic! I touched my belly overwhelmed, for the first time in my 22 weeks of pregnancy I felt actual movement from my son. This wasn’t just the butterfly movements all the baby books describe you will feel. This was a damn summersault with some back flips off the walls of my uterus. It was in that very moment of excitement and gratitude that I knew Ryott was surely not this child’s name. His name would be Cadence; it was just a feeling that I felt - it was the right name. I smiled “your name is Cadence Aurelius!”
Now that I had that figured out his name the only thing left was to figure out the spelling. I had only known those with the name Cadence to be female. My child was not female but that didn't matter to me as it was the commonality of the spelling that was more the problem.I'm mean after all my parents spelt my name with a double "K" rather than a single "K". I scribbled down a multitude of spellings, it had to be perfect just as my name was perfect. As I scribbled down various versions, I became stuck on two spellings: Kaydence and Kaedence quickly choosing the “AE” spelling. I chose "K" instead of "C" simply because of my name, I mean I did have an extra “K” to borrow and I saw it as an extension of me, “when two becomes one", and the "AE" because it just looked cool in any style of writing. His middle name, Aurelyano - the Italian version of Aurelius - not my first choice or my choice at all for that matter! But in order to keep the name Kaedence and the disagreements at bay, his father chose his middle name. Which to my surprise, ended up being the name I wanted all along slightly altered in pronunciation but holding the same meaning and significance with. So needless to say I was happy. In my eyes anyways, it’s still Kaedence Aurelius on technicality so to speak. But either way you look at it he is still my very own rhythm of gold.
Oh, I guess I should explain where the gold comes from. Aurelius or in Kaedences case Aurelyano means "the golden one" in Latin.
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