"Mom"

Hello ladies!  I hope this note finds you well and that you thoroughly enjoyed celebrating the birth of Christ with your loved ones. 

This year my husband had to work on Christmas, so my 2 1/2 year old son Micah and I headed to Portland to spend a few days with my cousins and auntie.  Micah loved having lots of other kids to play with and had the time of his life...especially when his 7 year old cousin Sol broke out the light saber.  It was like he was in boy heaven.  Micah followed Sol around all day every day.  It was so much fun just to watch them together.

....until we got home and Micah started calling me "Mom".  Yes, I realize that I am a mom, but up until 2 days ago my son had called me "Mama" exclusively.  Ever since he learned how to talk I have been "Mama".  Yes, in Micahs efforts to emulate his wonderful cousin, he had begun to call me what Sol calls his mother, "Mom". 

Maybe it's just me, but this transition has hit me hard.  It's like Micah grew from toddler to boy overnight.  Calling me "Mom" is just another sign that he's growing up little by little everyday--and there's nothing I can do to stop it.  That is, besides reminding him each time he calls me "Mom" that my name is not "Mom", it's "Mama".
~Keli Douglass (MOPS mom)