Call me Maebyn.

photo(25)Today has been a good day. MaKenzie worked from home, Maebyn slept through the night, and I went to bed with the satisfaction of knowing that Ohio State lost in over time to Michigan. My allegiances fall to Michigan State when it comes to college sports, but living in Ohio has perpetuated my distaste for Ohio State and I cheer vehemently for whoever they are playing against. However, that is neither here nor there or the reason for this blog post.

Maebyn is 5 days away from being 6 months old. It’s crazy how time flies when you’re having fun (shout out to Alex Vogelzang – he said this all day the first time we played together in pre-school and that phrase hasn’t been the same to me since). It also becomes even better when you’re sleep deprived. I thought I would take the time today to explain how we came up with the name Maebyn. It’s a fun story, not a lot of depth but one that I enjoy telling.

When we found out that MaKenzie was with child, we immediately began to compile a list of names that we loved for boys and girls. Most of my names were very creative like Bob, Sam, or Bill. MaKenzie is more of the creative one so she came up with names like Electricity, Pillow, and Flowing Wind. Ok, I’m being a little bit facetious but it seemed at times that this wasn’t far off. At 16 weeks we found out that we were having a baby girl and thus our search had been narrowed.

Come February, with no names that really stuck out to either one of us we continued down our path of me coming up with ridiculously conservative names and MaKenzie coming up with names only crazy celebrities name their dogs. At the end of April, we headed down to Florida for family vacation with my side of the family. We had 18 hours together in the car so we decided to try and come up with a name once and for all. We had kicked around the name Maybe but we were concerned our child would be uncertain her whole life. Through talking about the name Maybe, we landed on Maebyn. I actually thought of it (I know, I was shocked too) because one of my favorite baseball players names is Cameron Maybin. We both liked the name but we weren’t sold. It wasn’t until hour 12 of 18 in the car that we finally decided on Maebyn.

I was driving at the time and it was somewhere between the hours of 3-5 a.m. I love driving at night but with MaKenzie fast asleep and nothing to keep my interest I began to fade fast. I wasn’t going to stop though and risk losing a couple hours of family vacation. So I did the only logical thing I could think of, I downloaded Carley Rae Jepson’s “Call Me Maybe”. I have to admit, I love this song. It makes you happy and at 4 a.m. in the morning I needed something. As I listened to the song on repeat I kept getting butterflies in my stomach thinking about naming my daughter Maebyn. MaKenzie woke up about a half hour into my jam session and she felt much of the same way. Carley Rae had sealed the deal on the name Maebyn.

So what’s the meaning behind the name? Well, embarrassingly enough we chose the name because 1.) we had never heard it before 2.) we liked it and 3.) we kind of wanted a name with a “y” in it. Not exactly a strong case for a name right? Well, after we had Maebyn I began to look into the meaning of her name. Bear with me because the meaning is something that I came up with but I pray that it has set the course for her life. “Mae” means “bitter” or “bitter pursuit” and “Byn” or “Ben” means the “right hand of God.” Maebyn – the bitter pursuit of the right hand of God. I know this translation may be a stretch but when my little girl asks me what her name means, this is the response she will get.

So there you have it, the origin and meaning for my baby girl Maebyn.
Feel free to call her Maeby.

Ross

My first entry…

Hi, my name is Ross Dykstra and I am a stay at home dad. I am married to a smoking hott, brilliant, genius woman (MaKenzie Noelle) and together we have a daughter (Maebyn) who is a fresh 5 months old. The purpose for this blog is tell our family story and how it is intrinsically intertwined into the larger story of our Creator God.

Being how this is our first post, I think it’s only right to give a little background into our story. MaKenzie and I met at the one and only Taylor University, as two fresh-faced 18 & 19 year old kids. We got married the summer after she graduated, on August 23, 2008. We both entered marriage with the common American dream of career, house, dog, kids. These things were all I ever wanted and I had found the girl that was perfect to accomplish this with. Next up? Get a job, have two and a half kids and let the wife stay home. To make a long story short, this isn’t our story. Or at least our story isn’t the version I had dreamed of my whole life. It’s taken me 4 years to get to a place where I am no longer angry, frustrated, and upset about my failed dreams.

Like I said earlier, my wife (MaKenzie) is the cats pajama’s. She currently works full time to pay our bills and does countless other things for our family as well, like maintaining a side business she started (shout out). With out her I would be in a bad place. For now our roles are reversed, I’m the care taker and she’s the provider. Our goal is not to stay in these roles forever but for now we see how this is exactly where we need to be. God is discipling us through our unconventional lives right now and we can see him at work. This has probably been the toughest season we have had in our marriage but also the most rewarding. We see that God is on the move and we are excited to see where he leads us.

This blog is meant to show that God is a God of details. We hope that through the story of our family, one that looks much different than the American dream, we can illustrate how there’s more to each of us than what our culture and society defines.

So when you feel like culture around you demands you to be something you’re not, in the words of the beloved family man Clark Griswold, “Kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass.”

Happy Reading,

Ross