"And the child grew, and was brought to Pharaoh's daughter, and he was beloved by her as a son; and she called his name Mosheh, Because, said she, I drew him out of the water of the river."
The Targum Pseudo-Jonathan on Exodus (2:10) preserves a detail the Torah only hints at. The princess did not merely adopt Moses — he was beloved by her as a son. She raised him in the palace as her own, in full view of Pharaoh.
And the name she chose — Mosheh — is Egyptian in its sound (many Egyptian names ended in -mose: Thutmose, Ahmose) but Hebrew in its meaning: mashah, "to draw out." The princess, possibly unknowingly, gave him a name that would become the entire thesis of his life. He was drawn out of the water. He would later draw an entire nation out of the same water.
There is a haunting reciprocity here. Pharaoh's daughter pulls him from the Nile; decades later, Moses will pull Israel through the Yam Suf and drown Pharaoh's own army in the water. The verb is the same. One woman draws out one baby, and that baby grows up to draw out a nation.
The sages found another layer. By giving him a name tied to water-rescue, the princess was also signing a prophecy she could not read. Every time Pharaoh would hear the name Mosheh in his court, he would be hearing, in Hebrew, the word for the thing he most feared: extraction. His own daughter had installed, at the heart of his palace, a child whose very name prophesied his empire's end.
Beloved, some names are destinies disguised as kindness.