"Mom"
"MOM"
"MOM!!"
"NO,THAT'S MY MOMMY!"
This is the daily dialogue in our house. It's bad enough for your tired brain when you have one child whinging "Mooooooo-oooom" but when you have three it is nearly time to run screaming out the front door!
Fred and Eliza can't say my name. I only know one small person who can - and he also knows who Barack Obama, Gordon Brown and Che Guevara are....yes, I do feel slightly pathetic as a parent when I visit - Scout's politics still revolves around who pushed who off the bikes in the school playground! ( and normally Scout is the pushee....ho hum!) Anyway, back on point, my little munchkins just call me Mom, I always answer with " yes, my name is Nola, what do you need/how can I help you/no, that wall was originally cream, now step away from those paints/let's see if the doll's head can fit back onto her body/spit that out your mouth now/ shoes off the sofa and it's not a trampoline...you know all those lovely parenting ( stroke childminding ) directives. Up until a few days ago this didn't really bother Scout, but just recently if she hears the M-word coming out their mouths, she does a complete 180 and my sort of normal toddler becomes a green-eyed mega-monster!! I have to swiftly step in an appease this creature until she is satisfied that her Mommy is here for her every whim and command only. Funny little thing that she is, but I do feel sorry for her. She has to share her home, her toys, her books, her Mom and now, ARGH, she has to share the M-word. But this is the compromise so that I could stay home with her.......although not many others want to take her on.....we asked....they deferred! ha ha ha.
