When Bean turns 11 tomorrow, will she still call me Mommy?
My baby girl, almost as tall as me now. She barely fits in my lap, and she’s starting to “borrow” my clothes.
Will she call me Mommy for just another year? And then another year more?
I can’t even think about it. I know my time is short but I didn’t realize how quickly this day would come.
We ran into a friend at the grocery store last week. The monkeys were excited to see her and literally took turns hugging her over and over. She practically melted, telling me that her teenage daughter just started hugging her again.
It took my brain a few minutes to register what she said. Wait, she stopped HUGGING YOU? How can that be? I live for the hugs, the kisses, and holding my daughters’ sweet hands.
I can’t live in a world where my monkeys don’t hug me.
For years, it seemed like all I heard was Mommy, Mommy, Mommy. I couldn’t even use the bathroom without one of them calling me. And I complained about it.
Now here I am thinking about the possibility of NOT hearing her say Mommy…and I’m devastated.
Bean is growing up. It’s happening. She’s turning into a witty, kind, and spirited little lady. I’m so proud of her and can’t wait to see what the world has in store for her.
But at the same time, I really just want to freeze time. She’s growing up way too fast. And I know it’s inevitable that I’ll start hearing her call me Mom.
I might be okay with it when the time comes, but for now: Will she still call me Mommy?