M is for Mama

Random pic. Hanging out with my bestie in Washington.

I love that my kids call me mama. They’ve finally both figured out that that’s not my actual name, but I wouldn’t care if it were…those sweet little voices saying “mama” makes my heart happy all day long. But mommy – well that’s another story. I don’t know why my kids stuck with mama over mom or mommy. I’m sure I reinforced it (and so did everyone around us). So now, when my daughter wants to push my buttons, she calls me “mommy.” Honestly, I don’t know why I hate being called mommy so much but its like fingernails on a chalkboard (it doesn’t help that she uses her whiniest voice when she says it).

Ok, I should probably admit that I also hate hearing people call me by my first name – Amy. I like my name, but for some reason it just irritates me when people say it out loud. Weird? Yes, I know it is. But there you have it.

I feel sort of the same way about “mommy.”

When I was born, my very clever parents made my initials spell my name. – A.M.Y. Then I got married and I messed it all up. When I was younger, I used to write my “M” upside down so my dad (and my sister, even though she’s younger than me…sheesh!) still call me Awy from time to time. Even that doesn’t drive me crazy like hearing them call me Amy. I’m ok with Ames, Amers…really just about everything else. My best friend calls me Lamycheese…now there’s a long story.

So I guess M is for mama…or for the M in my name, or for maniac, which may be an accurate description after writing this little confession.

Happy M Day!

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