There comes a time in every mother’s life when they realize that their child is growing up.? For those of us that missed out on 2 or so years of childhood that moment comes quicker than expected.? You could find yourself reduced to tears the moment you pack up the last bit of the size 12 month clothing.? Watching your child wave good bye as they trot off to preschool for the first day could leave you with that knife through the heart sensation that only a mother could loathe.? For me it’s my name.
We opted for Mama and Daddy.? Papa was taken by the trusty husband’s dad before the boy ever came into being so by default Derek was Daddy.? I had the luxury of picking my mom name.? I wanted Mama.? Partly because Mama is Russian and partly because everyone else is Mommy.? See how non-conforming I am.? Of course the boy uses Mama and Mommy interchangeably (is that even a word?).
Imagine my surprise the other morning when the trusty husband gets the boy out of bed and puts him in bed with me.? Ok, that’s not the surprise, that happens every day.? But on that day I woke up to the boy touching my face saying, “hey mom.”? NOOOO!? Not Mom! Anything but Mom!? I want to be Mama or Mommy.? I want you to stay a little baby.? You can’t grow up.? Not yet.