A few days passed and she was sitting at the fires talking babies with Kaeli. They had just been so blessed by the birth of so many strong, healthy, beautiful Tuchuk babies, that it was hard not to talk about them with a bit of wonder.
During the conversation, along comes Ba'atar to join them. He asks for his second daughter and she picks her up and lays her in his arms. It was very evident that he had a favorite between the two, but that was okay, maybe she did too. Not that she loved one more or less, nothing of that nature, just a tiny more pull to one. She told him that she had named her first daughter. That she had named her Fonce. Waiting for that to sink in, she watched him, and almost saw the tiny glimmer began to take form in his head.
Now, she has known him for a long time. She has bore him four children, she has loved him, fought with him, been exasperated and frustrated with him, and has settled into that place where nothing he does surprises her any more. That is why, when he announced that he was naming their second daughter, Ba'atar, all she could do is give a gentle laugh and nod. It was almost as if she expected it.
She named her daughter after her best friend. So did he........himself. She named her daughter after someone that she held great respect for. So did he......himself. She named her daughter for someone she admired and cared for. So did he........himself.
Upon reflection, she has laughed at the almost symmetrical, simplistic, beauty of it. They had both chosen to honor their daughters with names that belonged to someone that was very special in their lives. Someone important.
And yes, she knows that there are heads shaking, eyes rolling and tongues wagging all through the camp about it. She can almost hear the tongues clicking and the whispers, but she cares not. She has four beautiful sons, and two beautiful daughters and she is happy with them, and their names.
So, hold your clicking, wagging tongues. Give that last eye-roll and that last shake of your head in disapproval, because it is done.
Tuchuk.......Meet the daughters of the Ubar and his woman. Meet little Fonce and little Ba'atar. They Sky help us all.
During the conversation, along comes Ba'atar to join them. He asks for his second daughter and she picks her up and lays her in his arms. It was very evident that he had a favorite between the two, but that was okay, maybe she did too. Not that she loved one more or less, nothing of that nature, just a tiny more pull to one. She told him that she had named her first daughter. That she had named her Fonce. Waiting for that to sink in, she watched him, and almost saw the tiny glimmer began to take form in his head.
Now, she has known him for a long time. She has bore him four children, she has loved him, fought with him, been exasperated and frustrated with him, and has settled into that place where nothing he does surprises her any more. That is why, when he announced that he was naming their second daughter, Ba'atar, all she could do is give a gentle laugh and nod. It was almost as if she expected it.
She named her daughter after her best friend. So did he........himself. She named her daughter after someone that she held great respect for. So did he......himself. She named her daughter for someone she admired and cared for. So did he........himself.
Upon reflection, she has laughed at the almost symmetrical, simplistic, beauty of it. They had both chosen to honor their daughters with names that belonged to someone that was very special in their lives. Someone important.
And yes, she knows that there are heads shaking, eyes rolling and tongues wagging all through the camp about it. She can almost hear the tongues clicking and the whispers, but she cares not. She has four beautiful sons, and two beautiful daughters and she is happy with them, and their names.
So, hold your clicking, wagging tongues. Give that last eye-roll and that last shake of your head in disapproval, because it is done.
Tuchuk.......Meet the daughters of the Ubar and his woman. Meet little Fonce and little Ba'atar. They Sky help us all.
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