Don't Call me Mommy

There's something about the word Mommy that bothers me. Maybe it is because I never remember calling my own mother mommy. Every time I hear the word Mommy I think of a whiny three year old who is trying to get their way. So when I got pregnant there was no question in my mind that I wanted Alyson to call me Mama. When I hear the word Mama I think of a wholesome family for some reason - a Mama who is cooking in the kitchen, a Mama who is comforting her kids, a Mama who is the best! I am not southern but for some reason it just feels more right to me. It's been a little tough falling out of the Mommy trap since everyone else refers to me as Mommy but we will get there. Alyson knows and that is all that matters. Whenever Bret or I say Mama she smiles real big. When someone says Mommy she looks puzzled. The kid knows what is up. So Mama and Daddy it is. Though I'll probably be wishing for Mommy when she gets older and starts calling me the dreaded... Mom....