...instead of a 'Mommy'?? I noticed this week that when Michael isn't calling me 'Mamma' (which, truthfully, he's always favored over 'Mommy'), he calls me Mom. And I answer. When did this happen? Is there an unspoken law that says after Kindergarten, the use of Mommy automatically becomes uncool? Baby talk?? This minor epiphany sent me into a minor panic attack. Then I started noticing other things....like...how his room has transformed from a soft and sweet shrine to all things baby into a bright homage to all things super hero and space. How full his chores chart is...and how he actually does them--without help! How his standard bedtime companions, Mickey and Donald, have been replaced by Superman.
Before my brain could register what all this meant...I noticed blue bear, his favorite since his fingers could clasp anything at all, peaking out from under the covers, as if to say, "don't worry, I'M still here!", which sure was a fortunate thing. For a second there, I thought my boy was all grown up.
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| Summer Baby! 2007, Age 2. |
Happy weekend!!! I'll be spending it with this boy, Jim, and a little baseball, back yard camping, church, and Disney! xo
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