A person’s name is a unique identifier. It was given to a person by their parent(s), usually for a very specific reason. Perhaps it was to honor another family member. Perhaps the name was chosen for its particular meaning. Perhaps there is a symbolic meaning related to location, season, time in life, or a favorite person. (We have a lot of “Peytons” in Indianapolis!)
Even if two people have the same name, they do not share an identity. Both can lay personal claim to the name. There are not just categories of “Chris” or “Laurie” into which people of those names are impersonally grouped. Each Chris and each Laurie is unique.
Sometimes people choose or are given a nickname or a shortened version of their formal name. Those names are often more significant than the formal given name. At birth I was named “Angela” but my friends know me as “Angie.” I know that anyone who calls me “Angela” doesn’t really know me.
That is why I always learn the names of my students: not just their formal names as listed on a class roll, but what they prefer to be called. Some “Roberts” like to be called by their full first name. Others prefer “Rob” or maybe even their initials such as “RJ.” Spelling matters, too. Some are “Kristin” and some are “Kristen.” Others are “Kris” or “Krissie.” Some international students might like their given name as a source of pride and connection to their home country. Others prefer initials or a nickname to sound more American or just to simplify pronunciation.
One of the small but important ways I can demonstrate love for my students is by asking what they would like to be called and then honoring that request. There’s a lot in a name.