Why did our new little \u201cheart captain\u201d become MYKOLAS?<\/p>\n
When ten years ago we decided that our Do would be DOMINYKAS, I clearly remember the words of my grandmother\u2014who now watches us from above on her little cloud\u2014at that moment:
\n\u201cWow, what an old-fashioned name you\u2019re giving the little one.\u201d
\nSurprised, I raised my eyebrows, and she added:
\n\u201cMy grandfather\u2019s name was Dominykas.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hearing that only strengthened my opinion about the name. I thought it\u2019s always good to stay connected to your history and roots.<\/p>\n
This time, when another little heart wasn\u2019t yet fluttering beneath mine, my thoughts were already turning to expanding our family\u2026
\nWhile spending the evening in Nida, in a cozy conversation with my husband, we joked that if we were lucky enough to have more children, let the new addition to our family be MYKOLAS.<\/p>\n
Mykolas was Tomo\u2019s grandfather. And though our acquaintance was short-lived\u2014because those little clouds floating across the sky take with them the ones you wish you could spend more time with\u2014when I close my eyes, I see Grandfather settled in his home chair.
\nA man of strong Samogitian character and a big kind heart.
\nSmiling subtly with his lips, but his eyes shining brightly with joy.
\nEspecially when he saw his grandchildren, whom he affectionately called \u201clittle ones.\u201d<\/p>\n
In Tomo\u2019s stories, Grandfather is alive.
\nHe used to drive the \u201cgazelle\u201d (car).
\nAnd when Tomo got older, he sat him behind the wheel.
\n\u201cWe\u2019d drive together through the village,\u201d he\u2019d say\u2014neighbors would joke that soon I\u2019d be able to drive a truck even without Grandfather.
\nThe wheel seemed to grow to Tomo\u2019s hands for life.<\/p>\n
Grandfather Mykolas was a friend.
\nA teacher.
\nA fishing buddy, knowing the best spots around the village.
\nA mushroom hunter and a man with a very practical approach to life.
\nHe patiently and sincerely passed his experience and knowledge into Tomo\u2019s still small hands.
\nIt left a deep mark on my husband\u2019s memory and recollections.<\/p>\n
In my own childhood memories, MYKOLAS also lives.
\nUncle Mykolas.
\nHe was our neighbor in the apartment above us.
\nKind-hearted, good-looking, and always carrying candies in his pockets to treat us kids he met in the stairwell.
\nOver time, our families became friends.
\nThrough a child\u2019s eyes, they were the happiest neighbors, always full of laughter and joy.
\nUncle Mykolas was nicknamed \u201cMykoliukas,\u201d and my father called him a \u201cbuddy.\u201d<\/p>\n
But, oh\u2026 life can sometimes be unfair and cruel to such wonderful people.
\nMykoliukas, the best friend of my father, also went to the cloud.
\nThere were no more people in our close circle with this beautiful name left.<\/p>\n
So, practically without discussion and inspired by lovely people we know, we had no doubt that this name would be perfect for our new little one.
\nBesides, I really wanted brotherly names, so when we considered \u201cDominykas and Mykolas,\u201d we clapped our hands together:
\n\u201cBrothers!\u201d<\/p>\n
And when the doctor asked while doing the ultrasound if we wanted to know who was in the belly, I smiled and said we already knew it would be a brother.
\nThe doctor, surprised that someone could see such early details before her, looked at me, and I just smiled:
\n\u201cWe couldn\u2019t name him Mykolas if he were a sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
From the moment we saw the two lines on the test, knowing there was a brother growing beneath my heart was so powerful that, timidly stroking my belly, I was already lovingly greeting MYKOLAS in my thoughts.
\nToday, he sleeps safely in our arms.<\/p>\n
Mua,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17626","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17626","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17626"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}