MOM

When does it happen?  How did I not notice until 4am when I was laying awake and there was a wiggly body next to me?

That quiet transition from calling me mamma to MOM?  I can remember repeated attempts to get him to say mamma only to hear dadda.  And the elation when he finally got it.  I have thousands of memories and several hundred videos of him calling me mamma.

And yet I am suddenly MOM.  Introduced as MY MOM.  MOM said when he is funny or hurt, in happiness or anger.  Just MOM in the middle of the night when the dreams or noises wake him. MOM when he is hungry, tired or thirsty.  MOM when he is snuggled up next to me trying his hardest to go back to sleep and be still.  MOM when he wants something, to tell me something or go somewhere.  MOM when I wake him in the morning or tuck him in at night.

When did it happen that he lost the little boy and transitioned to calling me MOM?  The changes and challenges put on our path may be put there so that I would not notice the endearing word mamma slip from his vocabulary.  And while such amazing transitions transpire, I still lay awake in the middle of the night hoping we can go back to sleep, and wondering ... when did I just become MOM?



**This is not a blog about being "just a mom".  It is simply about being called MOM.  Please do not email me and say I am more, etc....  I am pondering when my beautiful son stopped calling me mamma...