My Baby has started to call me ‘Mom.’
First it was ‘Mama.’ Then, for quite a while, it has been ‘Mommy.’ But now ‘Mom’ seems to be the name of the game.
And I don’t like it.
I honestly would have preferred staying with Mama. It’s short and sweet; a little bit old fashioned but, from the mouth of babes, simply adorable. And it ages nicely. Our nieces, now teenagers, call their mother Mumma, which I like to think of as the older child’s Mama. It’s more of a term of endearment than a name. And that’s what I love about it.
I like Mommy, too. It’s also sweet and, like anything ending with a ‘y,’ it is rather nice on the ears. Nothing beats a small, pig-tailed girl saying ‘Hi Mommy!’ Hearts are warmed, every time.
But ‘Mommy’ doesn’t age as well. I’ve heard very few humans over the age of 5 call their mothers Mommy. So I knew my Mommy days were numbered. I was just holding out for a return to Mama.
Instead, we’re veering off towards Mom-ville.
Every time she says it, I try to steer her back towards Mommy-land.
I’ve got M doing it too. It’s a full-fledged Mommy campaign.
Seriously, she is only 2. I thought I had at least another year or two (or three? or four?) to be Mommy. And then, when she felt she was too old for Mommy, we’d talk and settle on going back to Mama (idealistic? Maybe. But a Mama can dream).
‘Mom’ just feel so abrupt. It feels so much older. It doesn’t feel like the kind of thing I should hear from a little one who still pronounces her ‘v’s’ as ‘b’s’ and simply refuses to acknowledge that the letter ‘w’ exists.
I’ve got a white-knuckled hold on the Mommy days.
What do your children call you? And, more importantly, what do you wish they’d call you?