This past week G stopped calling me “mamma”. I am now “mommy”. I feel down-graded.
There are worse things I could be called, that’s for sure, but I don’t have to like this new monicker. I feel like everyone else can be “mommy” if they want to be. But I’m different, and special, so I’m “mamma”. “Mamma” also carries over from Bulgarian. And it’s what my little guy says. Not my grown up kid. And while grown up kids are in our future, WE’RE NOT THERE YET DAMNIT!
When asked, he says he doesn’t like to call me “mamma” anymore. I don’t know what changed between last week and this week, but apparently it’s not cool to anymore :-/
Sigh — there goes another toddlerism lost…