Wrens are medium-small to very small birds.
The English name “wren” derives from Middle English wrenne. It is cognate to Old High German wrendo, also known as kuningilin “kinglet” in Old High German. This name is associated with the fable of the election of the “king of birds”. The fable goes that whichever bird could fly to the highest altitude would be made king. The eagle outflew all other birds, but a small bird that had hidden in his plumage beat him. This is the Wren.
The other day we blessed our almost 4 month baby girl. The cultural and spiritual traditions of this act are to bestow a name. Many cultures have naming rituals and traditions. Sunday made me ponder heavily on the importance of names. Why do we as peoples all over the world put so much focus and attention on this act of picking and naming children?
Our names are given to us usually from a parent and once accepted that word takes on a new form of significance as it becomes tied to a person. Embodying uniqueness, personal identity, and the roots of an individual. We introduce ourselves by our many names and in order of how we want to be identified. We associate with our given names along with the name of mother, father, grandparent, sibling, or our professions. All are at the symbolic heartland of personal identity.
You are my Little Bird
I gave you this name because birds have always been positive in my life. A symbol of freedom. And when I experienced the passing of a close friend, birds became a link between heaven and earth. Now I see this symbolism in you, my daughter. I see you as capable in experiencing life and flying above challenges, confrontation, or crisis. You are encircling us with your little featherly wings into a whole. You are healing us and completing our family. My heart has already made room, tucking you closely under my wing. Now all I can do is quietly whisper, “grow, grow, grow” as you start to fly. We are in this together, five take flight.