What Did You Just Call Me?

by Sarah Weitzenkorn on June 21, 2012

On a recent summer morning I woke up to find my son staring at me by the bed. You know what I mean, moms, those restful, lazy Saturday mornings in June when it’s 6:15am and your children are up and apparently have already had three cups of espresso. As my eyes slowly peel open and he’s already jumping into everything he’s ready to do that day, I realize he calls me a name that shot me up out of bed. I couldn’t believe that my just turned 6 year old called me that…a word we just don’t use in our house. As I follow him bounding down the dark stairs it really hits me.

My baby boy, my sweet first born just called me Mom. Not “mommy” as he had done every morning before but “mom”… just plain ol’, I am too old to call you mommy, “mom”.

As I struggled to make the coffee, I watch Ben on the couch and he suddenly seems old to me. As he watches Sportscenter, reciting the stats from last night’s basketball game and pouring his own cereal, I couldn’t help but wonder where the last six years had gone.

I wished, through his endless months of colic, that he would finally sleep through the night. Now, I treasure our talks and his questions about the world before he does just that.

I wished, through all the babbling, that he would say his first words. Now, I can’t help but smile when he talks to his sister about why God is bigger than anything in the world.

I wished, through the pounds and pounds of diapers, that he would be potty trained. Now, I watch– like a freaking hawk– as he goes into the men’s room to do it by himself.

I wished, through all the clumsiness, that he would finally walk. Now, I savor watching him as he runs off to play 18 holes with his daddy… sorry, Ben, his dad.

When I was 12 years old, my mom came to watch me cheer at my school’s football game. (I know what you are thinking….I don’t seem like cheerleading material. Let’s just say they needed a big girl for the base of the pyramids.) Anyway, as we left the stadium I vividly remember demanding that my mom walk way in front of me. I would not be seen with my mom– the horror! It makes me sad to think how she must have felt that day and how I will feel when it happens to me. Since I can’t freeze time, I’ve just stopped wishing. I am not wishing for my children to finish school, not wishing they were old enough to drive themselves or anxious for them to go off to college. That will all come soon enough. I just try to savor every moment I can with them. Especially when I hear, “I love you…..Mom.”

Sarah Weitzenkorn has a 4 year old daughter that still calls her “mommy”. Yes, it’s usually followed by the word, “no”, but she is happy, nonetheless.

{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

SH June 21, 2012 at 9:14 am

What about the terrible twos and threes…is it awful to wish them away?!? Ack!

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Angela June 21, 2012 at 10:35 am

Sweet Ben! Funny to read this today. Yesterday I just wanted to freeze time. Carmen was gone from 9-5 at camp. Can you believe a camp from 9-5. I remember when I begged for the gym to take them for an hour! Anyhow, Anne and I hung out all day. I looked at her and just wanted time to stop. I told her to stop right there because i wanted to put her sweet face and voice in that moment in my memory forever. She said “mom, you have a million pictures to look at!” I know but I just want to slow down and savor this time. It is going too fast!

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Shannon Dobson June 21, 2012 at 2:16 pm

text message I sent to my son last night: “FYI. Don’t use a condom once it has been through the dryer”. Yeah. Opened the door to the dryer and one fell out- in the wrapper-thank God. Most painful thing in the world: watching my son become a man. His reply “HAHAHA ok mama.” So at least I got a mama out of it….oh and a reminder that I should be glad he carries one from my best friend (whose sons are grown). Really? Somehow having a hard time finding the reassurrance in that…..

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Laura H. June 21, 2012 at 9:15 pm

oh shannon! i have 3 boys and i can only imagine that day! good for you, mama, for talking it out and letting him know how a dryer might affect efficiency ( :) ). YOU need to write a blog to let us mamas of little guys know how to deal with that coming of age stuff…
sigh.
cheers!
Laura H.

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paula June 21, 2012 at 2:29 pm

awwww what a sweet post.

i can’t imagine being called anything but “mama” eeeek! they grow up so fast!!! <3

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