So, it happened. For as long as he could speak, my little guy has referred to me as “mama” or “mommy.” When he first began talking, I encouraged him to call me “mama” and he mostly obliged. Doesn’t that term just sound more – I don’t know – cosmopolitan? “Mommy” is acceptable, too, although it is, perhaps, slightly more common-sounding and a little bit cutesy. But lately, I’ve been referred to as “Mom.” One syllable.
For awhile, after he spoke the monosyllabic moniker (mom-iker?), I would ask him who he was talking to. “Who’s ‘Mom’?” But my subtle sarcastic remarks couldn’t change the course of my name. I still get two syllables sometimes – mainly when he needs something or is sad/whining/crying. But most of the time these days, it’s “Hi, Mom.” Or “Where’s Daddy, Mom?”
The one-syllable “mom” makes my little two-and-a-half year old sound way too grown up. Like he’s a thirty-year-old manchild living in our basement yelling at me about the whereabouts of his meatloaf.
And I’m sure when we are comparing him to his little brother, scheduled to appear late July, he will seem to be a thousand years old (and gigantic). (As it turns out, that is actually a thing for second-time mothers.)
In addition to telling me who the true soulmate is for each and every one of my Facebook friends, my newsfeed is also preparing me for the emotional toll that certain milestones will take on me (like preschool graduation, which to Amy-Before-Kids sounds ridiculous).
And everyone who ever had a child at some point in time before you will inevitably tell you that “they grow up so fast.” In my line of work, people are mostly talking about their kids going to college or some other monumental life event that is a bit too far in the future for me to conceive.
But what are the more subtle things to look out for? What moments did you experience with your kids that made you feel they were growing up in the blink of an eye?