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Oscar

Origin: Old English and Old Norse
Meaning: "Divine spear" or "champion warrior"
Definition: A name rooted in myth and strength. "Oscar" is said to derive from the Old Norse Ásgeirr—ás meaning "god" and geirr meaning "spear." It is a name of battle, of conviction, of forward motion without recklessness.

There was always something steady, something rooted in the way Oscar Piastri moved through the world—even when he was a teenage boy too quiet for his age and too focused for his peers. He didn't choose this path for glory. He chose it because it was the only one that made him feel truly alive. Every sacrifice—his, his family's, hers—was a quiet battle fought behind closed doors.

But if he was a warrior, it wasn't just behind the wheel. It was in the decisions that defined his life.

At nineteen, when he stood beside Costanza, sliding her grandmother's ring on her finger in a quiet, sunlit room, he looked less like a champion racer and more like someone stepping into a lifelong oath. The way he held her hand—gentle, certain—made it clear: this wasn't about winning anything. It was about protecting everything.

In the chaos of the Alpine–McLaren debacle, when the world debated his name, when headlines and contracts screamed over him, Oscar never raised his voice. But it was the steadiness of his fight—the facts, the truth, the quiet resolve—that made him a warrior in a way that didn't require speed.

Costanza

Origin: Latin
Meaning: "Constant, steadfast, unchanging"
Definition: From the Latin constantia, this name is the embodiment of firmness, loyalty, and unwavering faith. Often associated with someone who endures—who stays rooted when others drift.

If Oscar was quiet fire, Cocco was fierce wind—never still, always moving, always sure. Her name suited her too well. Even as a teenager, when everything around her changed—the country, the language, the rules—Costanza never wavered from who she was.

She loved hard. She fought when something mattered. She stood up for others before she even knew how to stand up for herself. And when she fell in love, it was with the kind of constancy that made Oscar feel, for the first time, that home could be a person.

It was Costanza who kept the paper trail that won Oscar the legal right to sign with McLaren. Costanza who held their household together when the twins were teething and Oscar was racing across time zones. Costanza who, even when exhausted, still read bedtime stories in both Italian and English so their children would grow up knowing all of who they were.

Her name didn't just reflect her loyalty. It defined it.

Elia

Origin: Hebrew
Meaning: "The Lord is my God" / "God is strength"
Definition: A name of faith and resilience, Elia (Italian for Elijah) has the weight of spiritual conviction. In religious texts, Elijah is the prophet who calls down fire and never flinches from truth. The name reflects a deep inner strength—one often hidden under gentleness.

Cocco chose the name Elia for their son, long before they even knew they'd be having twins. "There's strength in it," she said once, her fingers curled over Oscar's on her belly. "It's a name that holds ground, even gently."

Oscar didn't question it. He saw how she said it. Elia. With reverence. As though she was naming someone who already existed in her heart.

Elia was like that from the beginning. He came into the world early, eyes wide and lungs strong, as though impatient to meet it. He was the first to laugh, the first to climb, the first to fall and get back up with a determined scowl.

He refused naps, insisted on "doing it myself," and fiercely defended his sister even in toddlerhood. But when Costanza sat with a headache one afternoon, Elia—barely walking—brought her a bottle of water without a word.

Strength is not always loud. And Elia, for all his energy, carried a soul that listened. That felt. Like his name, he didn't shout his power. He lived it.

Sofia

Origin: Greek
Meaning: "Wisdom"
Definition: From sophía, not simply intellectual ability, but deep intuitive understanding—a kind of gentle perception that sees past the obvious.

Sofia's name was Oscar's choice. When they sat with their newborn twins, still bleary-eyed from sleepless nights and overwhelming joy, he looked down at her quiet face, already so observant, and said softly, "She's going to be sharp. Like her mum. But kinder. Softer."

He had always loved the sound of the name. Sofia. Like a breath. Like a thought forming just before it's spoken.

Sofia was soft where Elia was wild. She didn't rush to speak, didn't clamor for attention. She watched. She absorbed.

Her first word wasn't "mama" or "papa"—it was "guarda," look, spoken as she pointed at a bird outside the window. That was Sofia: always asking others to see what she saw. She collected stories, patterns, the rhythm of people around her. She could sit for an hour with Oscar, flipping through a book, her tiny finger tracing the illustrations.

She didn't cry when her favorite toy broke—she just studied it, as though already trying to solve the world. And when Elia couldn't fall asleep one night, it was Sofia who padded over in footie pajamas and gave him her blanket.

Her name meant more than intelligence. It meant grace. Empathy. A wisdom beyond words.

They didn't choose their names lightly. And as their lives unfolded, those names became roadmaps. Reflections.

Oscar, who always carries the battle silently.
Costanza, who holds the world steady even when it's spinning.
Elia, fierce with love and full of unshaken spirit.
Sofia, whose wisdom turns into comfort even at the smallest age.

Each name—etched in birth certificates, whispered across oceans, stitched onto backpacks and signed in birthday cards—tells the truth of this family: rooted in culture, held in love, shaped by meaning.

Together, they aren't just a family of four.

They're a legacy of intention.