(That's my girl. She turned 10 this Friday!)
I’m up to my eyeballs in laundry when my almost ten-year-old pops into the room. She’s been outside jumping, running, and playing with her brothers while I whirl between cooking dinner and the endless sorting and folding of clothes.
“I’m going to try to start calling you ‘Mom,’” she says, “instead of ‘Mommy.’”
My heart lurches as though she’s announced a plan to move to Australia in the morning, to join the circus, to fly far, far, away from me.
“Oh,” I say, casual as we mothers must be when feelings are on the line, “why?”
I don’t remember her reasoning exactly, but in essence, it’s time to put ‘Mommy’ aside. Then she hops onto the toilet, continuing our conversation with the door wide open.
“Remember when I told you to stop calling me ‘Mommy’?” I ask.
“Yes!” she exclaims, “Why did you do that?!”
It was when we still lived on Franklin Street and she was five, maybe six at most. I was overwhelmed with All. The. Kids. we had so suddenly, so unexpected. In a fit of frustration one day I told her to stop calling me Mommy and call me Mom instead. She burst into tears at the thought and I immediately recognized I was a Truly Awful Mother. Beginning to relent, I asked, “Why is it so important to you?” Leaning in for a hug, with tears in her eyes, she told me, “It just feels more comfortable.”
Even a Truly Awful Mother couldn’t argue with that.
Standing outside the bathroom I’m relieved she remembers the incident, relieved for a chance to explain myself. “Oh Sophia,” I exclaim, “I don’t know. I think I was just tired of everyone needing me so much all the time. I just wanted someone to need less of me." "You have the Worst Mommy,” I add, grateful for a chance to take the blame.
She laughs and I do too.
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I'm super excited to be joining with Andi Cumbo-Floyd and Shawn Smucker to organize a weekend writer's retreat this summer at God's Whisper Farm in the beautiful mountains of Virginia. Visit Andi's website for more info!
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