Having three little {"precocious" as our pediatrician calls them} girls never could have prepared me or even given me an inkling for what life with a little two year old boy would be like.
So there's this boy, who stole my heart, he calls me...
MA!
Mom...
Mom...
Muh-muh...
Mommy...
Ma...
Ma...
Ma...
Momma...
Maaa-ma...
OK, Maybe it's less of him calling me and more shouting at me...
Rarely does any information or need follow the calling or request for "mom's" attention.
Over and over and over it goes. It reminds me of that Stewie character clip that too many men I know find funny {the one I find ridiculously annoying}.
Typically people are flattered by the sound of their own name {since having kids "mom" is the name I am most commonly referred to}, but there is something about hearing "mom" and it's variations repeatedly over and over that isn't so flattering sometimes. On occasion it has me thinking I might change my name {or that which I'm referred to} and not tell anyone what that new name is.
The truth is: quite often {especially when this happens in the car} what I really want to do is yell "WHAT!?"
What I actually do is: smile {sometimes shake my head} and savor the sound of that sweet little voice calling for his "mommy". I am so grateful for every moment I have with this precious little boy {despite this thunder cloud that seemed to appear since he turned 2}.
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