"Change, when it comes, cracks everything open."
Dorothy Allen

Thursday, April 5, 2012


When I was growing up, I always called my mother "Mommy", until I got to an age where it shortened to "Mom".  Sometimes, even "Ma" (but not often).  Even now, when I want something, I might revert back to Mommy, occasionally.

Sebastian still calls me Mommy.  I don't mind, not even a little bit.  I love it.  It took me 4 years to even hear him say it (3 years before he signed it), so I cherish the word.  I love to hear it, and sometimes it even brings tears to my eyes.

Sawyer, lately, has taken, more and more, to calling me Momma.

Now, this was never a word I was overly fond of.  It conjured images of "big mamas" and "motorcycle mamas" and other, not so flattering mamas. 

But from her...oh, it melts my heart. 

She is constantly playing imaginary games with me (even if I am working and not playing along.)  It started as Momma Bear and Baby Bear.  We would build caves and catch fish and eat berries.  Now, we don't even have to be playing, she will just sometimes call me Momma Bear.  I love it.  Lately, she is just shortening it to Momma. 

Now, this word conjures brand new images.  Of homebaked and homemade goodness, of mother warriors, of warmth and home. Good images....GREAT images.

So, I will take this and wear it proudly.  Mommy, Momma.  That's me.  I hope she calls me that forever.

Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "new name.  Great name."

1 comment:

  1. I used to hate that word too, then I had kids and now I like it. They don't call me anymore but they did occasionally use it when they were smaller. I still refer to it when I'm talking in third person to them. They haven't caught on that I still like to hear it occasionally. ha