Taishi (tah-EE-shee) sails in from Japan with the quiet confidence of a spring breeze slipping through Kyoto’s bamboo groves, yet he carries the grand esteem of “great ambition” or even “crown prince,” depending on the brushstrokes—太志 or 太子—that paint his kanji. Tradition places him beside the legendary Prince Shōtoku, a statesman so revered that monks still whisper his courtesy title, Shōtoku Taishi, like a blessing. In modern times Taishi dances a subtler danzón on U.S. birth charts: five little Taishis in 2013, ten in 2011, then a polite bow offstage for a few years, only to reappear just when statisticians had almost forgotten his name. The pattern feels less like a roller-coaster and more like a mariachi trumpet—occasional but unmistakable, announcing a child whose parents savor rare notes. Technical-minded readers will note that each rise keeps him safely within the top thousand, yet never so common that playgrounds echo with identical calls. All told, Taishi blends the disciplined grace of the samurai with the zest of a Latin plaza at dusk, promising a son whose footsteps may be few in number but bold in purpose, and whose story, like a well-seasoned paella, is meant to be shared and savored.
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