By JESSICA SCHMIDT
My four-year-old son refuses to call me Mama, or Mummy or Mum.
My son calls me ‘Jess.’
As an aside, my younger son doesn’t call me anything. He went through the developmentally appropriate stage of Dada and then Mama (oh joy!) And now nothing…
I can only think, even at his tender age, he realises that this is a sensitive issue and out of loyalty to both his Mama and his big brother, he’s staying neutral. Yes, it does seem a bit bizarre when you say it out loud but it all seems to work just fine.
So anyway, we were in the supermarket. That intimidating arena; where all parenting skills are on show, when you are generally at your, very harassed worst.
The little guy calls out, “Hey Jess, can we get ice cream”
I honestly didn’t even register it, as this is what he calls me. I just went into the usual speech about, we have some at home blah..blah and then I heard:
“Did you hear that? That little boy called her Jess.”
“But he looks just like her, she must be his mum.”