The other night at dinner we had this conversation. Not exactly sure what led into it, so let’s pick it up in the heart of the action.
Mommy: “Besh, do you know what ‘beshert’ means?”
Besh: “No, what?”
Mommy: “It’s Yiddish and it’s where we got your name. It means that when something is so special and so amazing that the only explanation is that it was meant to be. So when we first saw a picture of you in Mommy’s tummy, Daddy started calling you the Beshert Bean because you looked like a bean. And then we called you Besher after we thought and thought and thought. Because you were so special you were meant to be with us.”
Besh gets up out of his chair to go cuddle with Mommy. Then he looks up.
Besh: “And where did Isaac come from?”
Daddy: “Bah. Isaac’s a second child. We both liked the name.”
Mommy: “Daddy! Tell him where we got Isaac’s name!”
Daddy: “Besh, what letter does Isaac’s name start with?”
Besh: “I!”
Daddy: “That’s right! And that’s the same letter as Idel. Do you know who Idel was?”
Besh shakes his head.
Daddy: “That was Doccy’s real name.” (Doccy was Sara’s grandmother who passed away earlier this year)
Besh: “Oh, so it’s the same letter.”
Daddy: “Exactly.”
Besh: “Daddy! Do you know what else starts with I? iPhone!”
Mommy and Daddy laugh.
Besh: “Oh, and iPad too! So he was named after them too!”
