Four years ago, I had a baby. We started planning for him -- some call it 'trying' but I didn't feel it necessary to give you that visual -- a month after we got married. I read all the books (useless), stabbed myself with insulin shots (diabetes) and did everything in my power to be the best mommy, well before he even entered the world.
I remember the minute he first rolled over. I recall it especially because I was actually out for more than an hour or two for the first time since he had been born. I called from my BFF and future sister-in-law's bachelorette party to hear he was rolling back and forth. I still feel sick when I think of how I missed it. I was there for the first words, the first steps, and cried like a baby the first time he stepped into a preschool class without me. I am his mommy and he is my baby boy.
Jacob in his swimming goggles -- just hanging around the house -- with a self-made cat face.
Then, one day recently, I heard this: "Hey, Mom... blah blah blah blah." Real words came out of his mouth and not actual 'blah blahs' but I didn't hear them. I was too fixated on that one word. MOM.
Uh, when did I become MOM and not Mommy?
Is he so old that the days of 'mommy' are gone? Are we really at this point already? I'm not ready -- he's my baby boy. He still needs help wiping his butt and cutting his meat. Yeah, that's it... I'll make a deal with him. When he can do those things on his own, I will answer to Mom.