I knew that our daughter was meant to have Saison as a middle name when my grandfather passed away shortly before her birth. My husband and I had already had it on a list of options, and frankly, the universe was doing everything it could to convince us that that was, in fact, our destiny.
(And while we did not name our daughter after a style of beer, it certainly didn’t hurt that my husband started his dream job at a brewery at the same time that he found out he was going to be a father.)
When Grandpa Joe died a few weeks before my due date, after years of failing health (preceded by the loss of his beloved wife, my grandmother Kathleen Audrey, to cancer), it truly did feel like a changing of seasons.
He left the world. My beautiful daughter entered.
I’m not a religious person, but I’ve always really loved the spirit behind Ecclesiastes 3 from the King James Bible:
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
Or if you prefer, the rock and roll version from the Byrds, which I kid you not came up on my playlist during a third trimester walk, just as I was thinking about baby names.
Saison is the french word for season, and the more I let it run through my head, the more I fell in love with it. The meaning. The sentiment. The pronunciation. The way it sounded altogether with Audrey Saison Widrick.
Since the day Audrey Saison went from concept to real live person, I’ve reflected on our own seasons of life.
- From family of two to family of three to family of four
- Job changes
- Happy times
- Sad times
- Scary times
As seasons change, so do we. We grow older. Wiser. We learn what really makes us happy. We (hopefully) do less of the stuff that doesn’t make us happy. We understand that time passes by more quickly than we want, and so we appreciate the moments while we’re in them.
I’m in a really joyful season of life right now. I hope you are too, and if not, remember: nothing lasts forever.