Naming Ceremonies
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A naming ceremony is a wonderful opportunity to celebrate the birth of a baby or welcome adopted or stepchildren into your wider family circle. A Civil Celebrant will work with you to design and deliver an alternative to a religious celebration, but it creates a special event at which to gather together family and friends for a dignified but relaxed occasion.
A naming ceremonywelcomes a new child or children into your family and enables you to express love, care and commitment to them in front of your family and friendsand celebrates the name of a new child or children. Furthermore, the naming ceremonyenables supporting adults / mentors or grandparents to publicly promise to help and support your child or children as they grow up within our community.
Every ceremony is different and you choosing the content will ensure that it is a truly unique celebration that you and your family will remember as your child grows older.
Any parent, legal guardian or person with parental responsibility of the child may organise a naming ceremony and you can choose to hold it at any wherre you choose (well almost anywhere!)
A Civil Celebrant led naming ceremony can last anywhere from 20-45 minutes. Normally a commemorative certificate will be presented by your celebrant to mark the event.
For further information and availability, please contact one of our celebrants.
Most people choose to personalise the Ceremony by including a reading of verse or a suitable piece of prose. However, your choices can certainly be limited if you choose to go down the registrar / religious minister route.If you are interested in becoming a family / naming celebrant have a lookhere.
Below is a small selection of suggested poems that you may wish to choose from when deciding on the content of your ceremony and a link to where they originated.
Children Learn what they Live
If children live with criticism,
They learn to condemn;
If children live with hostility,
They learn how to fight;
If children live with ridicule,
They learn to be shy;
If children live with shame,
They learn to feel guilty;
If children live with tolerance,
They learn to be patient;
If children live with encouragement,
They learn to have confidence;
If children live with praise,
They learn to appreciate;
If children live with fairness,
They learn justice;
If children live with security,
They learn to have faith;
If children live with approval,
They learn to like themselves;
If children live with love around them,
They learn to give love to the world.
Dorothy Law Nolte
On Children
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Kahlil Gibran
Footprints
‚”Walk a little slower Daddy‚” said a child so small
‚”I‚’m following in your footsteps and I don‚’t want to fall.
Sometimes your steps are very fast,
Sometimes they‚’re hard to see;
So walk a little slower Daddy,
For you are leading me.
Someday when I‚’m all grown up,
You‚’re what I want to be;
Then I will have a little child
Who‚’ll want to follow me.
And I would want to lead just right,
And know that I was true;
So walk a little slower Daddy,
For I must follow you.
Anon
A Mother‚’s Wish
I hope my child looks back on today
And sees a mother who had time to play.
There will be years for cleaning and cooking,
But children grow up when you‚’re not looking.
Tomorrow I‚’ll do all the chores you can mention
But today, my baby needs time and attention.
So settle down cobwebs; dust go to sleep,
I‚’m cuddling my baby, and babies don‚’t keep.
Anon
A Poem For Parents
There are little eyes upon you,
And they are watching night and day;
There are little ears that quickly
Take in every word you say.
There are little hands all eager
To do everything you do;
and a little boy who’s dreaming
Of the day he’ll be like you.
You’re the little fellow’s idol;
You’re the wisest of the wise;
In his little mind, about you
No suspicions ever rise.
He believes in you devotedly,
Holds that all you say and do,
He will say and do in your way
When he’s grown up like you.
There’s a wide-eyed little fellow
Who believes you’re always right;
And his ears are always open,
And he watches day and night.
You are setting an example
Every day in all you do;
For the little boy who’s waiting
To grow up to be just like you.
Author Unknown
Brand New Little Daughter
She´s your brand new little daughter,
so enchanted, sweet and smart.
With a coo, she´ll have you smiling
With a laugh, she´ll own your heart.
It´s the time for hugs and kisses,
Reassurance when she cries.
It´s the time for making moments
Full of love and Lullabies.
For these golden days of childhood
come and go so very fast –
Hold her tight and love her dearly.
Make these precious moments last.
Linda Lee Elrod
For My Baby
My baby has fallen asleep.
Finally his chest moves up and down.
His soft curls at his ear.
He smells clean, soapy from his bath.
I know him inside out.
The creases at his elbow,
The plumpness of his cheeks.
What makes him coo or cry,
Is part of me.
He’s wrapped just in a towel.
That’s how he fell asleep
and so
I left him like that
I would not want to wake him
Or
We would both be up the night
And I’ve only just taught him to sleep –
Four hours at a go.
It is a precious thing to be needed so, by
Such an innocent.
Relied on entirely for sustenance,
My maternal heart moulds his life,
His days.
And yet it does get tiresome for
I have a daughter to think of too.
My baby lies asleep
And I am wide awake.
Feeling how much I love him.
Dreaming of what he will become
I hope to drift off soon
For in but a moment
The alarm clock will sound
And it will be time to get
My baby up for work.
Sharon Brennan
Precious one,
So small,
So sweet,
Dancing in on angelic feet
Straight from the heaven‚’s brightest star
What a miracle you are!
Author Unknown
A baby will make love stronger
Days shorter, Nights longer
Bankroll smaller, Clothes shabbier,
The past forgotten,
And the future worth living for.
Author Unknown
Ode on the Whole Duty of Parents
The spirits of children are remote and wise,
They must go free
Like fishes in the sea
Or starlings in the skies,
Whilst you remain
The shore where casually they come again.
But when there falls the stalking shade of fear,
You must be suddenly near,
You, the unstable, must become a tree
In whose unending heights of flowering green
Hangs every fruit that grows, with silver bells;
Where heart-distracting magic birds are seen
And all the things a fairy-story tells;
Though still you should possess
Roots that go deep in ordinary earth,
And strong consoling bark
To love and to caress.
Last, when at dark
Safe on the pillow lies an up-gazing head
And drinking holy eyes
Are fixed on you,
When, from behind them, questions come to birth
Insistently,
On all the things that you have ever said
Of suns and snakes and parallelograms and flies,
And whether these are true,
Then for a while you’ll need to be no more
That sheltering shore
Or legendary tree in safety spread,
No, then you must put on
The robes of Solomon,
Or simply be
Sir Isaac Newton sitting on the bed.
Frances Cornford
NB. These poems and readings have been collected from different sources. Whilst every effort has been made to trace the author, please let us know the name of any not acknowledged.
Acknowledgement : My Baby Celebration