In the name of the father....

I found this to be a very interesting blog to write seeing as I never gave much thought to the origin or meaning of my name. According to the technical origin, my first name, Victor, come from Latin meaning "conqueror". My last name Sandoval originates from Spanish, meaning 'newly cleared land' I don't really know what to make of that last one. To be honest, there's not much I can see in relation to the meaning and my family, other than I am of Hispanic descent.

I suppose that if I wanted to really examine my first name, I could tie it into my personality. I'm by no means a 'conqueror', but I have always been told that I do well with leadership roles and I know I have a defensive personality. In that respect, my name suits me well. I have never felt that my name really belonged to me though. I was named after my father after all. My mother did not want me named after him because she thought everyone would just refer to me as j.r. instead of by name.Naming me Victor was a sort of last minute thing. As I've grown older, I feel more and more like I am carrying my father's name rather than my own. I feel like because I was given his name that I have to live up to the person he is. This isn't a very easy thing as he is the hardest working person I know. So in a sense, you could say that I feel like I am some pretty big shoes to fill because of my name.

I can although appreciate the name. For example, I don't run into very many people named Victor in the world. I could actually count on one hand the number of people that I have met that share my name. An interesting thing about my name, I always have trouble saying it. I seem to always stumble over it when I try to say it,so instead I'll almost always introduce myself as Vic. It may be a nervous reaction I have in introducing myself.