he calls me mom

My oldest son is 7 1/2.

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He is in second grade, is into lego building, video game playing and bike riding. He loves to snack. He is terrified of germs. He {still} adores his tattered blankie. 

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He is really smart, creative, witty and has the cutest freckles on his nose.

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And he calls me mom.

I’m not ready to be a mom.  Now, a mommy … I’m all over that one. I was born to be a mommy.

I can do the late night feedings, the diaper changing, the snuggling with a baby.  I can play peek-a-boo and sing silly songs to an infant.  I can read books like tumble bumble and sheep in a jeep and play play-do with a preschooler.  I respond to mommy. It is probably my favorite of all words.

But, mom?

I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know how to do it.

To know when to hold on and when to let go.

To know how to teach my baby without hindering him from learning on his own.

To know how to relate when he doesn’t want to snuggle in my lap and tell me all about his day.

We aren’t quite there, but it is coming and I’m afraid. And a little sad.

I love this boy and I love that I get to watch him grow into such a wonderful kid. He makes me so proud every single day with the things he says, the questions he asks, the kindness and thoughtfulness he shows.  But I kind of miss the baby #1.  My sweet firstborn whom I adore with all of my heart.  I want him to grow, I do. But I sort of want him to stop growing too. 

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He calls me mom, but I hope he knows that I will forever be his mommy.

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