I’m not his Mommy anymore

Recently, I noticed that my son calls me ‘Mom’.

So what, right?

Well, I used to be his ‘Mommy’.

And I don’t know when the last time he called me Mommy was. I wish there would have been an overhead marquee sign or a megaphone announcing THIS IS IT, HE IS ABOUT TO CALL YOU MOMMY FOR THE LAST TIME, SAVOR IT, but of course, that didn’t happen.

In fact, I don’t remember the last time I toted him around on my hip, or the last time I carried him to bed or even the last time I wiped his toosh.

We don’t get warnings about our children growing, not these kind anyways. Sure, we know that we have to cherish every moment like it is our last, but what if it’s a different kind of last. Yeah, I could force him to let me carry him up to bed tonight, but is it the same? No. And frankly, I don’t think I physically could either.

Every day is so busy. I have two children younger than him too, a husband and two dogs. Oh, and that huge dirty thing we live in. We get so caught up in the day-to-day stuff that we can’t really soak in those precious moments with our littles like we’d like too. The moments that we REALLY want to hold on to.

This morning, he and I sat on the front porch waiting for his school bus. He talked about his excitement for the end of school activities planned by his teacher. He asked me if I packed his lunch, and if it added that brownie he knew was hidden in the snack drawer. Before he left me he said, “I love you, Mom”.

He is so big, and growing ever day. Although it is sad for me to say goodbye to the little ways he needs me, I am so proud of the young man he is becoming. 

He will always need me, the ways he does are just evolving and that is okay too. Because you know what? Every time he grows, I do too. I’m learning everyday how to be the Mom(my) he needs me to be.

For now, I am going to bask in tying his shoes, cutting his sandwich in half, and enjoying the fact that he will still kiss me goodbye.



1 thought on “I’m not his Mommy anymore”

  1. Aww, so true! My oldest son used to call me Mama but I’ve been Ma for a few years now. As in, “Maaa? Where are my shoes?!” lol

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