As a mother - I cannot quite find the words that help me
express all the emotions that come with this blessing of the titles of
motherhood. My kids are all adults now
and we laugh and joke and I genuinely enjoy them. I think the feeling is
mutual. For you young mother’s out there
I wanted to see if you notice some of the things that I did with mine when they
were young. There is a code language
used by children to when calling their mothers…in my house the words were used
like this:
Mom – almost always when they want or don’t want something,
which means always…all the dingdongdadgummit hallelujah time. “Mom can I…mom why is it…mom I don’t want to…mom
why can’t I go…Mom I want…Mom did you…” It was all the time, do you hear me? ALL.
THE. TIME.
Ma – has been used on occasion when they’ve messed up something
as in “Ma – can you come here a minute something is wrong with…” “Ma the washing machine is broken…” “Ma, do
you know where…” “Ma you have to buy me…” the use of this term has, in my case
at least, been the reason for my blood pressure rising and my bank account
shrinking since it usually involves a repairman, a trip to the store, or a
bottle of wine and some Tylenol.
Mommy – this heart rending term is usually accompanied by
tears, screaming, pain (theirs physically, mine emotionally) a kiss, a whisper,
a hug, blowing on the bloody boo boo (which if memory serves correct when I was
a child serves as a diversionary tactic only) bandages, a call and possibly a
subsequent visit to the doctor and a struggle to get them to take medication colored
neon pink which tastes like chalk. This always results in loss of sleep, paid sick
days, patience and weight since you won’t be eating until the ailment has
passed the critical stage and let’s face it when you’re a mother even a snotty
nose can be critical if you don’t have tissue.
Mother – used when being talked about to others who don’t
know or who are not related to subject in question. Such as in “My mother is going to kill me”. “My mother is nuts have you heard her talk
about survival tactics?” “Did you tell
your mother? NO I am NOT telling your
mother YOU tell her” “Your mother is
going to flip when she finds out, let’s keep this between us, let me handle it”
(this last one is a paraphrase that may have been used on many occasions by
their dad or grandparents – and yeah I knew about it or suspected it all anyway)
I admit being a Mother is a FULL TIME- LIFE TIME job. I WILL
LOVE MY CHILDREN DEEPLY TRULY and FOREVER NO MATTER WHAT.
With all that I’ve gone through with raising
them, I wouldn’t have changed a darn thing for all the money in the world…well
maybe a few of those 3 am feedings…the projectile vomiting disaster of 1996…the
Karo syrup episode of ’94…the bug consumption horror in Colonial Heights, VA
w/Babs…the mass hair grease deposit of ’93…the cupcake explosion in the back of
my dad’s car in ’92…
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL
<3 Always & Peace ∞
