I don’t know about you, guys, but I like to discover information about my name quite a bit. I suppose as an English major, the background of words intrigues me. So, about every three months or so, I like to Google search “Renata” and see what comes up.
Most of the time, I see the same information, such as there is a Swiss battery named Renata and the name can mean reborn. And there are prolific figures with my name in Russia and Latin America. I most recently heard it originated in Kazakhstan.
My varying results and sources make it difficult to pinpoint where exactly my name originated. Nevertheless, they only feed the intrigue.
In my most recent search, I found something new—there is an Italian restaurant named Renata in Portland, Oregon! I will definitely go there someday! Maybe, I can get a free appetizer or something like that, if I prove my name is Renata.
I’ve even been told there is a character named Renata in the popular HBO show Big Little Lies. A small part of me is glad to see my name in such a big part of pop culture.
Another small part of me wants to watch the show just because of that. Or, at least watch a scene to see how they pronounce my name.
I stumbled upon my name in the Twilight trilogy once, too.
However, the most flabbergasting moment happened in college. An employee I knew said, “Hi, Renata!” Little did I know, myself and the one other person in the room would say hi back.
I was floored! I couldn’t believe it! I took so much pride in being the only Renata at my school—only to find out there was another one whom I walked by all the time! At that moment, my name didn’t feel so special.
For, prior to that moment, I had never met another person with my name. It excited me to be the only one.
Regardless, I love my name. Renata is my Russian given name. From what I know, it was popular in Russia around the time I was born.
My parents did not change it when they adopted me, although they did consider it. In fact, they did change some of my siblings’ names. Now, their birth name is their middle name.
I am extremely glad they did not change mine. For, I feel like my Russian heritage is a part of me in that regard. As a result, it is a part of my identity. It’s a great conversation starter, too. Some people have heard it before, but most are surprised and curious. Then, that leads to a discussion about my heritage, which can be fun.
On a side note, I am that person who does not like nicknames or shortened names all that much. Therefore, if your birth name is Jonathan, I will call you Jonathan, not Jon. Or, if your name is Abigail, I won’t call you Abby.
I understand that some people go by their middle names or their first name is obnoxiously long, I do. When it comes down to it, if someone has a preference, I will use that name. But, if he or she doesn’t, I’ll call him or her their full name—not a shortened version of it.
My only exception to the rule is if I have only ever known the person by their shortened name. Then, I will use it. You know how it is: You spend years calling someone this or that only to find out their actual name is completely different.
I am a little weird, I know. My name is Renata after all.
My call to you is this: Google your name. See what you find. Discover its origin if you can. The results might surprise you. Perhaps, you’ll find a restaurant with your namesake, too!
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