I'm NOT your Mommy!

How I longed to hear that name and hear it directed at me. To have a tiny faced little one looking up at me and calling me Mommy, there would be nothing better. From the moment I discovered that I soon would be delivering this little one the only thing I could hear in my head was Mommy.

Holy freakin' moly! Could someone please tell me what the flock I was thinking? I mean really, there had to be something else going through my head besides THAT. This sweet blissful fantasy, were was it and still I ask where IS it? (it's not coming is it?) I mean if I don't hear Mommy a couple two, three hundred times a day the word isn't uttered once. Mommy this, Mommy that, Mommy Michael won't, Mommy Tyler did, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! I swear there are times I want to pierce my very own ear drums, just drives three inch nails right into the sides of my head. Then honey comes home and it's babe would you, honey come here, baby I need. NOW along with the nails that are still hanging out of my head I want to go screaming through the street like I'm on fire. These wonderful terms of endearment turn into nothing but horrific echoes in my head like those that would resound in a vacant warehouse. It's amazing how things change when you finally wake up, lol.

When the kids where barely out of toddler status they would walk along with me in the supermarket. As I shopped they would be at my heels, talking and touching everything all the while calling Mommy. On this particular day Michael was with me. He called for my attention and when he did I just looked at him and said "I'm not your Mommy little boy." Mommy," he would say again. "I don't know who you are but I'm not your Mommy." All the while walking a little further away from him. By this time he is about to come unglued and runs to me and I walk a little faster. Finally I stopped and picked him up and when I did he would burst into laughter, like he suddenly knew it was a joke. Although during those few minutes he wasn't really sure, lol! You can only imagine the looks I got in the store that day. I suppose you could look at it as being a little mean but man oh man was it funny.

I have recently tried doing that again with Michael, sadly it's not near as much fun. Now he tells me " come on Mommy" grabs the cart himself and goes on, almost like he doesn't now me, lol!

These days are far and few between but when I feel them coming on I make honey lock up all the hardware.


"You know children are growing up when they start asking questions that have answers."

-John J. Plomp