She Calls Me Mother

Heather has taken to calling me mother, lately.  I like it.

Every day I sit down with Hazel and I look deep into her eyes and I say clearly enunciating the word, "Ma-ma". And she stares at me and she smiles and she drools and then she stands up and walks off to go see what sisters are doing and so even though I am pretty sure she says "dada" and even a mashed up version of "sisters" - sounds kind of like "de-s-ders!" She has yet to say "mama."

I'm resigned to it. By the time she starts really talking she will probably just call me "mother" anyway.

Good thing I'm used to it, yeah?



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