![]() Parenting is full of surprises. Certain things I knew I would definitely do... or not do. Some things I left to fate. Other things I have done complete about-faces on from what I thought I would do (lol the idea of making my own baby food). And then there are the things you can't plan for. I always thought I would be a "Mommy." It's what I called my mom. It's what I call myself. It's what my husband calls me when talking to our kiddo. I figured, because that's what we did, I would be "Mommy" until kiddo outgrew it... hopefully not until college. I did not count on the influence of Daniel Tiger. This was the first TV show we freely let our kiddo watch and she was quickly a fan. On that show, Daniel's mom is Mom Tiger. Mom - not Mommy. Slowly but surely our kiddo stopped calling me Mommy and moved to Mom. I had no idea how sad I would be about that change. But, I let it happen because this was definitely not something that needed to be corrected. Then, this week, out of nowhere, kiddo started calling me "Mommy" again. I don't know what prompted the change but those extra two letters coming out in our kiddo's cute voice makes my heart melt. I don't think it will last, but I'm going to relish being "Mommy" again for as long as I can.
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