I am a sole parent to an 11-year-old child – so most of the time at home, it’s just the two of us. So why he feels he needs to preface every sentence with “Mum” is beyond me. Don’t get me wrong – this child is my world – but the use of the word mum to get my attention at the start of every single sentence when there is literally no one else in the room/car/at the table irritates me for some unknown reason.
Maybe it’s because it signals he wants my full attention, which I give him 90 percent of the time, but seriously, I’ve gotta save some brain space for myself occasionally. Sometimes, I get so sick of hearing the word “Mum” 759 million times a day, I actually invite my kid to call me Nama. Which, for some inexplicable reason, is less grating.
If you are thinking I am heartless, and an ungrateful mother, I don’t blame you. I find it bemusing, too. I went through three cycles of IVF to get this kid. He’s the best thing I’ve ever done, my greatest achievement, my whole purpose in life, and the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
But, as I sometimes have to explain to him, “Honey, call me ‘mum’ one last time, and I will go insane.”