Mom

What a wonderful honor and privilege it is to be called, “Mom.” 

When I was pregnant with Allison I dreamed about being called, “Mommy.” 
When she was an infant I looked forward to the first time she would speak my name… “Mama!”  
And my heart smiled the first time she called me “Mom.” 
Then I was surprised when she called me “Mother” for two days straight before returning to “Mom.”
Now, I am thinking that I would really appreciate the name “Mom” more if she didn’t use it to start every sentence… all day long… every day.

“Mom… did we eat lunch, yet?”
“Mom… did you see that?”
“Mom… what are you talking about?”
“Mom… look at this.”
“Mom… if you do this or that, then you would…blah, blah, blah…”

“Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…  Mom…”

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