henry called me “mom.” it was over lunch. i think he was having cheesy shells. i was probably propping the baby and trying to spread peanut butter at the same time. he turned to me and said, “thanks, mom.”
and, you know, it was anti-climatic. once i heard the word “mom,” i realized i rather liked being “jes” to my toddler. not sure why.
did i feel less responsibility?
maybe. [but doubt it.]
did i like other people thinking i was the young, hip babysitter?
perhaps.
or was it just plain comforting to hear my best little buddy call me jes the way all my other close friends do?
I thought it was pretty darn cute when he called you Jes. Now you can learn to loathe the name mom like I do some days. I told Hannah I was changing my name and I wasn’t telling her what it was. How is that for mature? What can I say, I spend my days with a 2 year old.
I just had to say that last comment made me laugh out loud. And also made me feel better about being immature with my own toddler. Other moms aren’t perfect either!!!!!
Okay, maybe this is too weird and revealing. I can’t call myself “mom” or “mommy” or “mama” or whatever. I mean, I’ve only been doing this for 4 months, so maybe it will come, but I can call Erik “daddy” no problem. I just can’t refer to myself in that parental way. It doesn’t sound right. But I feel silly calling myself KT, so I just don’t refer to myself at all. This is probably going to stunt some language something, isn’t it? Ruining my little baby already. sigh.
Yes, I understand. I kind of liked it when Joshua told me that I needed a time-out. “Mommy time-out?” Kind of gets you on their level. “Hmmm…maybe I do need a time-out.”