On being just mom…
Sophia, who is only a year and a half (going on 13), has taken to calling me mom now when she wants my attention. No biggie, right? That’s who I am. But, c’mon, she’s still just a baby! I was banking on her calling me mommy — or at least mama — for a few more years. And all of a sudden this weekend she busted out the full-on cantankerous “maaaahhh-aaahhhm!” Two full syllables of teenaged attitude. Oh sure, I still get a mommy when she needs hugs. But come snack time or video-changing time it’s mom, thankyouverymuch. (Which I suppose is still better than the fact that she had taken to calling me Amy last week for about a day after hearing daddy refer to me by my real name. Luckily that didn’t catch on!)
Can anyone tell me how to slow down this whole growing up process?



I only wish I knew! I thought Emily started calling me Mom really early too. Just as bad is how she used to call me “honey” but now I’m just “hon”. I get some interesting reactions when people overhear that one. I do draw the line at her calling me Lisa. Oh brother!