Show of hands: When did your kids make the transition from calling you “Mommy” to calling you “Mom?”
Because Sam recently decided we are “Mom and Dad” and I die a little inside every time he says it.
Part of me is immensely proud of his little manchild self. Like when he comes and wraps his suddenly lanky arms around me and tells me that he loves me or he’s glad I’m his “Mom.”
I fight the urge to cradle him in my arms while sobbing and instead tell him I’m glad he’s my kid. Although if I’m feeling ornery I’ll say, “I’m glad you’re my baby boy.”
Then he sighs and rolls his eyes (WHERE DID HE LEARN THAT?????) and says, “Mooooo-ooom” and I die all over again.
So here’s the deal, Sam-I-Am: You can call me “Mom” all you want. But just know that, forever and always, I will be putting “air quotes” around that word in my head every time you say it.
Because I’m your Mommy, dude. Til the day I die.
And then some.