Last weekend, something changed in our house. It was a change that was inevitable, but still one that I was hoping to put off for as long as possible. Last weekend, in Joshua’s lingo, Bobby went from being Daddy to being Dad, and I went from being Mama to being Mom.
It started out as an experiment. He started calling Bobby “Dad”. He used it at the end of every sentence. “Let’s go play computer, Dad.” “I need to go potty, Dad.”
I tried to combat it. “Joshua, why are you calling him ‘Dad’? His name is ‘Daddy’!”
“I like Dad!” he said.
The next day, it was my turn. “I’m hungry, Mom.” “Where are we going, Mom?”
“My name is Mama. Call me Mama.”
“I like to call you Mom!”
It’s been a week, and he’ll let the occasional “Mama” slip when he’s tired or excited, but 99% of the time he calls me “Mom”. He sounds so grown-up and smart doing it! He’s still saying it at the end of every sentence, still testing out the way it feels rolling off his tongue, but I’m pretty sure my new moniker is here to stay.
Makes me sad. I want him to be my baby and I want to be his Mama!
*sigh*
