Momma?
Mommy?
Mother?
Momma-lope?
Mom?
It never occurred to me that I would be called so many names by my children. I had this false belief that children called there Mother's 'Mommy' until they were like, oh, I don't know...seven or so.
But it just ain't so! It depends on the mood of my child. It depends on what they are asking of me. It depends on what time of day it is. It depends on, well, I don't really know what all. There is no systematic way of figuring out what will come out of their mouths at any given moment.
It's not like it is hard to answer to any of them...I have even caught myself answering the 'Mommy' cry of a child who is not mine, so tuned are my ears to that precious name. I know women who choose not to answer to anything except 'Mother' or 'Mommy' or whatever their preference is. I wonder if it matters, if I might be somehow encouraging some bad habit or influencing bad behavior to come by not asking them to respect one name or the other as what they should call me by. I doubt it, but sometimes I feel a bit of panic over my own personal flavor of identity crisis.
Momma-lope is a made up silly time name that Thomas dubbed me with, and I have grown rather fond of it. I love the sweetness of Mommy when my children choose to say it, but really the others don't bother me either.
Yes, this post is just rambling. But I wonder, am I the only one who experiences this momentary who-am-I-ness?
6 comments:
You are not alone. The 2 year old recently went from Momma or Mommy to Mom - not my preferred moniker from my toddler. Then for several days we reverted to Ma-Ma and Da-Da. Now we seem to be back to Momma/Mommy and Daddy. I'm sure she will come up with something else soon, though.
Momma-lope is great!
My brother went through a period of time where he called our mom Marshmellow and Dad was either Candy Bar or Papa Smurf depending on my brother's mood. He was probably 4 or 5 at the time.
You are a child of God. You are mine and your father's oldest child. A firstborn grandchild; beloved of Joshua. You are a great teacher and a wonderful mother. A person of life and love. I am proud of you and in awe of you!
Always,
Mom
I have just as many "mommy" names.
MahZah, Mamadah, Mummsy, mum, Mama, Mamasita... and those are just the ones for Mom. J has a whole other slew of 'em for Wife.
I joke that J is my American Express Card - - When I leave home without him, nobody knows who I am. I love this aspect of my life. Love that they identify me. Love that all their terms of endearment simply mean that I am DEAR to them.
I am momma, mommy, mom, and sometimes even mommy dake! I don't mind the different names...and I like you never know when a specific name will be used!
I haven't been anything yet given my eldest's stubborn refusal to speak English words. :) I can't wait!
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