You Can Call Me Mom

So if you’ve been following along in the journey lately, I recently returned from three weeks away and man is it good to be back! I digress though because today’s story is all about how my son no longer calls me Mama, Mom, or Ma. In a desperate move to hold onto the angst that ensued when I left him, he has resorted to calling me by my first name.

Listen, little dude is not a super chatty kid, he makes noise sure, but coherent words are not a huge part of his vocabulary. Well color me shocked when one day during breakfast I hear “Kai-a” I turn and look and he’s ushering to me.

“Uhh Kai-a” I’m floored. At this point I realize he’s saying “Kyla” mimicking our baby friend who’s about 2.5 years old and calls me “Kai-a”. This kid has killed me.

“No baby I’m Mama call me Mama or Mom” I respond shaking the morning chaos out of my brain, he giggles, says “Kai-a” one more time and digs into his toast. I literally couldn’t even.

Moral of the story I went away this past weekend for drill and low and behold, I still have yet to hear “Mama” but my husband can even attest to hearing “Kaia” happily in its place.

Send help, send wine, send a new name tag guys and gals because I’m convinced I’ll never hear the never ending “mamamamama” ever again.

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  1. This will pass! When nieces and nephew would call me Christine or Cricket I would tell them “no, that’s not my name. I am Auntie.” I would ignore them until they would call me Auntie. Not sure that would work but it just did for Alexis!


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