MOM

Suddenly I am MOM. He's neither calling me mahmee nor mamah anymore. I was first Mahmee. Then for awhile, I was mamah.

But now I am mom.

MOM! Can you wait for me?

MOM! Let's go.

Hi, MOM!


MOM! sounds awfully grown up, don't you think?

While we are at it, it's good to remember that he called me MAHMEE much much later. I mean, it was Papah for a very long time. (Papah is with an 'h', don't forget.) There was probably a 6 -8 months gap before he proceeded to bestow me my hard-earned title of MAHMEE.

Mah- mee.

I miss that sound. The second syllable was slightly longish - Mah-meeeee. It was a noun that required my immediate reaction or response because it was.. uhm..err.. a very endearing term. Very manja, if you like.


Mahmee, can I have another cookie? (Sure sure..there you go.)

Mahmee, my tummy hurts. (Aww... what happened?)


But now I am MOM. And he has to say it in a low key, serious way.


MOM~


I dunno... it sounds akin to SIR, to me. Or like a debonair addressing a fair maiden - Ma'am.


MOM/SIR/Ma'am, see you later.


It's too serious for goofy me.

Geesh.. why does he grow up so fast? I did ask why he decided to call me Mom, which he doesn't have or need any reason. He just shrugged.

But me thinks 'Mom' is for 16 and above, no?

Maybe I will trip him tomorrow and see if he calls me Mahmee when he needs some 'sayang' and band aids from me.