We’ve made the transition this week from ‘mama’ to ‘mummy’. It sounds so much more grown up somehow, but more deliberate too. A definite naming, almost an act of possession: you are mummy, and you are mine.
I am his, too, there is no doubt about it. He has transformed me, consumed me in the best way possible. I was always a little afraid, before he came along, that I would find the presence of my imagined child stifling. That I would no longer be able to be me, to have the time I thought I needed to myself, to do the things I thought I needed to do.
Turns out there was another me lurking somewhere deep inside, waiting to be awakened. This me has different priorities, different values. She’s not so different really, but different enough to deserve the name ‘mummy’. And she does not feel stifled, not at all.
When I wake in the morning and hear him turning our names over in his mouth, articulating the little family that marks his place in the world – ‘mummy, daddy, baby’ – my heart sings. I am his, and he is mine. Together there is little we cannot do.
M is for mummy.
Joining in with The Alphabet Photography Project over at PODcast.Â
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That is so sweet! My daughter calls me Mama sometimes. I kinda like it, because I’m always mummy to her. She’s turning 4 now, so when she says mama, she reminds me of what she was like when she was still a baby/toddler 🙂 #alphabetphoto.
So sweet! My son went from mama, to mommy and he’s just starting with mom. But he mixes it up. The other day was a mama day and I loved it.
A lovely post, gorgeous photo 🙂
A lovely photo Sophie capturing you as a mummy 🙂
Lovely photograph. It is nice when they get a special name for you. I am mam, but I think thats a local thing
Such a lovely photograph x
sweet photo, mine did it the other way mummy first then decided I was mama for a while, I’m ok with both 🙂