My mother always told me
Jeshka, you are a water hyacinth. You cannot grow in anything but mud, harsh times… But you will be pretty and strong. Strong enough to stop the water in a river. And pretty enough for people to choose you from the wild. You are a flower worthy of someone great. Do not forget.
I just remembered her words. I had almost forgotten what my mother’s name means. She thinks it fits me just as much as it fits her.
My Korean name means “wisdom” and “kindness” (Chinese origin). She didn’t pick my name.
I think that’s why she dislikes it. I think it’s pretty cool.
If there was a name that meant “has street smarts but is an asshole” I would’ve picked that one.