Happy Friday everyone! I hope you have had a week filled with joy and love. In todays publication of Friendly Friday I decided I wanted to share with you the story behind my name.

I have a very unique name and as I child I absolutely hated it, as an adult I couldn’t love it more. My first name is Uteva (pronounced you.tea.va). Most people try to over pronounce it and others won’t even try. So I am probably just as use to going by my last name as anyone else would be to going their first. I went through the majority of my younger year not knowing what it even meant.

So the name was actually the name of a young lady that my mother went to middle school with. She told her that if she ever had a daughter she was going to name her Uteva and so she did. When I became old enough to know the story and the name all I knew was the name was of Native American descent. You could search it and research it and I could never find what it meant. So I always felt a little left out in school when kids talked about the meanings of their names.

Fast forward to the age of sixteen. I went to a science/environmental camp (yes I was some what of a nerd) and one of the presenters was of Native American descent and studied all the different tribes. This was my one chance to maybe find the answer to my question. So after his presentation I went up to him and talked to him. I think he was almost as excited as me to be answering my question. Turns out the name is from the Cherokee tribe and actually mean a”Wonder Spirit”! How awesome is that. I fell in love with my name the day I found out it’s meaning and I have loved it ever since. It was like I was destined to be something wonderful before I even existed.

So I treasure my name and in tradition I actually gave both of my daughters unique Native American names as well. I hope that when they are older if they have children and its a girl they continue on with that as well. Having that unique name just helps solidify that you are one of a kind no matter what and you are you inside and out. To this day I think that is one of the reasons I don’t mind being different or marching to my own drum.

Anyway a short and sweet tid bit about me today. Until next time….What’s Your Confession?