My life...a place to write about my role as a mom, a wife, a friend, a Catholic. A place to sort it all out, and comment on the world around me. An attempt to find grace in the ordinary parts of my days.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Language of love
Yesterday I realized that for the most part, my boys all call me by different names. For Sparky, I'm mommy, for Catfish--Mom and Tres calls me Mama.
I'm not sure why they've chosen different names for me....but it made my heart smile.
1 comment:
so sweet. i remember when noah stopped calling me mama, and went to 'mom.' so glad ez still calls me mama.
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