Rhythm—pronounced RIH-thuhm (ˈrɪðəm)—began its journey as the Greek rhythmos, glided through the lyrical Latin rhythmus, and finally settled into English, where it pulses with the universal language of beat and breath; as a given name it remains delightfully rare, hovering around the 900-mark in U.S. popularity charts yet steadily drumming up new admirers each year. Unisex by nature, Rhythm wears a sun-kissed guayabera and sways through life to a bossa-nova breeze, evoking heartbeats, ocean tides, and the click of castanets on a summer night in Havana. It is a word-name that practically carries its own soundtrack—no batteries required—and its bearer is often imagined as someone who finds melody in mathematics, laughter in lullabies, and courage in the cadence of everyday footsteps. Parents drawn to the name sense not only music, but order within movement, the hidden tempo that guides dancers, dreamers, and even late-night diaper changes; in bestowing Rhythm, they gift their child a lifelong invitation to keep time with the world and, whenever possible, add an extra flourish to the drum solo of existence.