Never apologize for what you feel, it’s like saying sorry for being real.
Tonight’s name issss:
The meaning of the name Shalom is Peace.
The origin of the name Shalom is Hebrew.
Notes: Name of fashion model Shalom Harlow. Both a male and female name, derived from the common Hebrew greeting
At first read, this might seem like a really torturous name, but just lend me your ears.
I know that Shalom is a greeting, a noun, and a fairly well known one. She (or he) would constantly be asked if they were Jewish. Math teachers and awkward school counselors from preschool on will say “Shalom, Shalom!” as they enter a room. They’ll be forced to act like it’s the first time they heard THAT one.
But I love the way it sounds! There are some cute nickname possibilities. Shal. Lo. Lomi.
As for what it means, how can you beat Peace? I’m a fan of taking things you never thought could be someone’s name and then making it known how beautiful they are. I think Shalom rolls off the tongue as though it should be a name. Every time someone calls them on the playground or from their room for dinner, they’d be saying something that millions of people say everyday (and have said for a very long time) in a moment of serenity and prayer.
I’m not a religious person, however, and wonder if there would be backlash for using it as the name for a non Jewish child. But really, shouldn’t gentiles get dibs? “Shalomaleichem” literally means “Shalom be upon you” and that would be more than a little awkward when said every day.
I’ve been wanting to start a letter challenge for a while, but couldn’t find the motivation until I realized why - if I don’t have someone or something to say for each day, I shouldn’t force myself to write. I, ideally, want everything I write and say and do to be a passionate representation of who I am. Given that that’s nearly impossible, I’m at least going to make my own rules. The following days/letters were not all found in the same place or prescribed by the same person…
Day 1 — Your parents
Roger and Susan,
I doubt that you will find my Tumblr and be embarrassed, so I’m going to be fairly honest with you guys. I love you very much, but there have been many times where I’ve questioned if you love each other. I daydream about what you must have been like when you met and dated. Were you like Frankie and I? You were about our age when you got married (holy mother!) so you must have reached some high point by this age.
Did you hold hands? Did you have inside jokes? Did you tease each other? Did you play April Fool’s Day jokes or write notes for the other to find when they woke up to find you gone for work or errands? Did you make love? I mean, of course you did, at least once. Did you like it? Were you scared the first time? Were you each other’s first time? Did you talk about my possible existence and who you thought I might become?
I’m noticing as I’m gone for college, you two do lots of things together. Lots of dinners. I hope that you have meaningful conversations and laugh and make eye contact. I’ve seen it a few times. In a way, I wonder whether or not you two would have gotten married if you’d waited longer to get engaged. Gotten to know each other more and realized how different you were and how much work it would take to not drift apart. I can be nothing but happy you got together because I have the chance to live and would not be the same person if my soul, spark, energy, spirit, what have you have been born into another body and environment. I often told you guys when I was small that I had picked you above anyone else. I would pick you again.
Thank you for staying together, please try and be happy.