Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Momma, mommy, mom, Ma, Mother, or Muther (insert sarcastic indignation here)
Depending on the day the child is having I can be addressed many different ways. I remember my first. Sitting with him, staring down at those big brown eyes pulling him close, kissing his warm baby head, Oh the smell of a newborn baby
what will he be like when he grows up? How will his voice sound? Aching for the day I first hear "mommy"
Be careful what you wish for...
Soon enough I had a chorus of mommy's.
Three children followed the first and as the wife of a navy man deployed often it was always.......
Mommy he's touching me!!
Mommy make the boys leave my room!!
Mommy can we have ice cream?
Mommy she's looking out my window! (a favorite in the van)
Mommy make them be quiet!!
I am almost ashamed to admit that there were days when I just wanted to put in ear plugs and hide!
On those days I would take myself back to that moment on the sofa with the firstborn, before the chaos and remember .........
Two of the four are grown now and the other two are close behind.
I never hear the name "mommy" anymore.
These days it's always just hey mom,
Hey mom, can Alex come over?
Hey mom, can we get fast food tonight?
Hey mom, where are my shoes?
Hey mom, can you pick me up from school?
except for that first born.....
He still calls me momma
My heart aches to hear it......
even from a jail cell
I love you too momma.....