While I was still pregnant with Luke and considering names for the perfect, little boy that would soon be joining us, I remember distinctly the moment that the name Luke popped into my head. I was stopped at a stop sign in our tiny little town on my way home from grocery shopping. Suddenly, I just heard it in my head, “Luke.” That is a very nice name and I think it meets all my criteria.
- I have never dated a Luke.
- It is short.
- It doesn’t rhyme with any derogatory words.
- It will not be mispronounced.
- It is common enough to not be weird, but not so common that three kids turn around every time I call his name.
I took the idea home to my husband. Who immediately agreed. The name had also come to him. Of course, he had a much more practical reason for liking the name. “After all,” he said, “I have always wanted to say, ‘Luke, I am your father!'”
And so it was that Luke came to be Luke. We knew Luke was perfect when he was born. His life was a miracle. We loved every piece of his 5 pound, 11 ounce body. We watched him grow and waited eagerly to introduce him to Star Wars so he could meet the hero that inspired his name. As time went on, though, we began to realize that our perfect son may not ever understand the humor in his Daddy’s words, “Luke, I am your father.”
The unfortunate fact is that the movie Star Wars is notably lacking tractors of any kind. Now if our hero, Luke Skywalker, were to fly through space in a John Deere tractor battling evil farmer clones in combines, Luke might be convinced to watch. However, since Luke prefers harvesters to jet fighters and perfectly hitched fertilizer sprayers to witty robots, we reconciled ourselves to the hopelessness of introducing our Luke to THE Luke. Until today.
Unlike Luke, Thomas loves all things Star Wars, so he was elated when I offered to let him watch one of the DVDs on my laptop today. Not long after the movie began, Luke bounded into the room, and I thought, “Well, that was fun while it lasted,” knowing the battle that would follow.
However, instead of pushing away his loud, aggressive, older brother, Thomas excitedly invited Luke to join him. “Luke, you wanna watch a show with me? The hero is Luke – just like you! C’mon!”
Luke happily plopped himself next to his brother. They hugged for a few minutes and then resumed the movie. Luke lost interest after a few minutes and has been in and out of the room many times, but each time he returns, he is welcomed by his little brother who pauses Star Wars long enough to love on Luke.
Who knows, with enough loving invitations, maybe Luke will understand the story someday. After all, “The force is strong with this one!”