Life, Moment
As Janece already pointed out, we have a new family member.

And as of tonight she has a new name – Chaya (pronouced “chai-ah”). According to the baby name site we found it on, “chaya” is a word of Hebrew origin meaning “life”.
I think names are a big deal. In legends about Faerie, the myth goes that you never reveal your true name because it gives every magic denizen power over you, over your core essence. So you always pick a traveling name when wandering through Faerie.
While I don’t believe that names have mystical power over you, i do think that a name can shape you over time like a glacier carving a mountain, that it shifts your perception of yourself and others perception of you as well. I think that’s why people find they like shorter versions of their names (“Bob”) while other feel like the long version (“Robert”) fits them better. Some people discard the name they were born with completely in favor of one that they feel expresses them better or for religious/cultural reasons (“Malcom X”).
Janece kept her last name when we were married (Clement). She said liked her family name and didn’t feel like a Mossbarger (my last name). When Amira was born, we talked a lot about how to handle it – maybe letting her choose her last name, or maybe hyphenating.
The only path that seemed to feel right was to change our last names to one that we could all share. It felt right because we knew Amira was going to add a whole new dimension on our long-time friendship that we’d had since high school. In a way, Janece and I were being born into a new family just as much as her and that the new family needed it’s own identity. And of course, “Moment” had all kinds of connotations and symbolism attached to it that really seemed to express what we are after in our lives, a reminder of our goal as a couple to admire those glittering jewels of seconds and minutes and hours that pour through our hands daily.
I didn’t know how it would feel to be a “Moment”. I’d been a Mossbarger my whole life, and had a whole cultural and personal association with that name that would be lost in some sense when I took on the new identity. (Most women go through this when they marry, of course, so this isn’t anything new – it was just new to me.) I’d been kidded about that name in school, written it on countless letters and checks, been associated with it’s reputation through my family, and it felt strange to let it go.
It was a bit tough for my parents, I gather. It’s culturally normal for women to change their name at a big life event like marriage, but I think my dad especially felt more strongly than he realized about a son’s responsibility to continue carrying on the family name. When I initially told him about our decision, he said “great – whatever you guys want to do”, but in a later conversation he brought it up again, wondering why I would give up that name – his name. He understood the reasons I gave him – primarily that our new last name was built on and carried with it bits of our original names – but I’ve wondered occasionally if it still has sat with him over time like me pulling away. And, maybe in a way it was.
As for me, the change has actually had a measurable effect. I feel proud of our new little family circle, and the history we’re writing every day for this new family name, starting with its offbeat origins. I feel reminded by it every day to connect, to take hold of the important experiences as they come by, to steer off the beaten path and open myself up to the unexpected.
Which brings me back to Chaya. I feel new responsibility pretty strongly, to the point of exaggeration at times, and I often drag my feet at jumping into new responsibilities that will mean a life change. And a dog, especially a large dog, isn’t a trivial commitment. This time, even though the circumstances around getting Chaya required a quick decision, it struck me that this was an opportunity to skip the analyzing and just jump in.
Chaya means “life”. It’s a good name, easy to say, and easy to call out with some force, up close or over a distance which is important for training. But symbolically it feels like a good pick because she’s now a Moment, and being a Moment means recognizing the opportunity every day to welcome and embrace life.
Welcome to our circle, Chaya!
If you made it this far, then it’s comment time!
Ever thought about your name? Do you like it, and why? Would you ever change it, and if so, what to?













