As a young girl, I hated my name. People struggled to pronounce it. That made me think it must be a bad name. “Why didn't you name me Michelle? Or Melissa?" I would ask my mom. Those seemed like pretty names.
Today, I appreciate my name, and for the same reasons I used to hate it. It’s uncommon, but now I think it's pretty. Thanks Mom! She had another name picked out, but before I was born, she read the name Mara in a book and changed her mind.
Now I hate when people change my name. I've even had people try to "fix" the spelling by adding an I. No, I like my unusual name. Please don’t change it.
And yes, I know what the name means. My mom didn't know at the time of my birth. I would rather think I'm more sweet than bitter (Ruth 1:20).
Now, my last name, that's another story. For some reason, I'm told, part of my husband's family pronounces the K and the other half doesn't. I'm in the half that does.