Research Paper On Windy

Inspiration, the word in which my mom described how she came up with my name. A name is a title, something you are attached to for life. It is no wonder my parents were at a stand still for such a long time before I was born. Names can tell you a lot about a person. In my case, my name tells you about the season when I was born, the weather and an old famous song, and also holds a deep meaning to the beloved ones who chose my name.
There is such a thing as perfect timing. Sometimes you don’t realize quite how perfect until you take a step back from an event and analyze it. Being born on December 23rd and brought home on Christmas morning was the inspiration for my middle name. January 2nd was my projected due date. My parents had no idea what

“I knew right from the moment I called you Windy that it was perfect and I have stuck with it ever since then.”
It turns out that “They Call the Wind Mariah”, was a song from the 1969s musical Paint Your Wagon. This musical was the inspiration for my grandpa’s nickname for me. Windy is a name that I have grown up with and have never thought twice about.
However, thinking twice about something was very frequent to my parents. For some reason, perhaps it’s a third child thing, my parents were in a predicament on coming up with a name for me. Throughout my mother's whole pregnancy with me, my parents kept going back and forth between about six names including: Heather, Haven, Rachel, Reagan, Grayson, and of course Mariah. One night, nearing my due date, my mom, in a state of turmoil, told my dad that they just needed to pray about it, and that night my mom had a dream.
“I had a dream that the Virgin Mary came down and told me that my daughters name will resemble hers and her mother's. I woke up and told your father that your name was going to be Mariah and that was final. It was a name on the list and a form of Mary which is my name and the Virgin