There isn’t 5 minutes in my house that pass without me hearing the “M” word. It comes in all forms. Mom, mommy, mama, mom, ma…yes my middle little calls me ma.
It’s funny that as parents we spend so much time, after our babies are born, wanting them to say their first words. Then we spend the next several years trying to get them to
shut the fuck up be quiet. Of course when mine are all being quiet I know that shenanigans are well in the making.
As they become teenagers we try once again to get them talking. By this age they want nothing to do with us. Parents are antiquated and “uncool”. And no matter how “young” we think we are…they think we should already be considering ourselves senior citizens and taking stock in depends and tennis balls.
I have started answering my children’s overuse of the word mom with statements like “at your service”, “that’s my name…you’ve wore it out”, and “
WTF do you want now!” They don’t even skip a beat…they just keep on rambling whatever form of information they were prepared to give me. These days it usually consists of tattling.
Am I a bad mother because there are times I literally cringe when I hear the word “mommy”?