We had a lovely Easter weekend with my folks. We did nothing but eat and hang out and play, play, play with a two and a half year old.
Monday wasn’t as good. We were hit with a weird “wake low” that brought in scary crazy winds first thing in the morning. I watched a huge tree snap and fall into our neighbor’s yard then heard two other snaps (not comforting when you have three massive pines towering over your bedroom, toddler’s room and den not to mention the huge oak in the back that would slice our house in two should it decide to fall downhill). Luckily, we were spared by the following two snaps, but two of our neighbor’s weren’t (minimal damage, lots of clean-up). Unfortunately, my reaction was a bit Chicken Little (the sky is falling, the sky is falling!). Fortunately, my folks hadn’t left yet and stuck around until the wind calmed (luckily, not too long after the worst of it). We lost power for about 6 hours, which was great with an overtired toddler who refused to rest and no back-up Clifford episodes to offer. But we survived and all went to bed early.
Anyway…on to the identity crisis.
We’ve been occasionally trying to teach peanut our real names, beyond mommy and daddy. He seems to be fairly open to daddy having a name, but me, not so much.
Today, we were coloring on his easel and he wanted to trace our hands. So I wrote his name in his traced hand. He told me to write my name in mine. I wrote mommy on one and my real name in the other. He looked at me.
“No, your name is mommy.”
“Well, you call me mommy, but my real name is that.”
“Um, no. You’re just mommy.”
And I have to say, it didn’t bother me nearly as much as I thought it would. After all, I am so much more than mommy. But not to him. And right now, that’s okay. That was actually a compliment coming from him.
Now if the hubby were to tell me, “you’re just mommy” the reaction would have been worse than any wake low. But knowing I’m being who I need to be for my peanut right now, kind of made my day for a lot of reasons.
There’s plenty of time for him to learn about the complexities of his mama. For now, he can call me mommy.