"Oh, that's a nice drawing," I told the little boy in my first-grade class. "Are you done?" "Just a minute," he said, "It's for my mom, I just need to write her name on it." Then he carefully scrawled, in his best six-year old writing, the letters "M-O-M." My mind went back to an earlier conversation I had with my own daughter, who is his age. "Look Mama! I made this picture of you. It even has your name on it. See? It says 'Mama!' And I wrote 'I love you' a bunch of times because I love you a LOT!!" That's when it dawned on me. To her, my name is Mama. The more I thought about it, the deeper I felt this statement. There's no other role I play that changes my entire name. I don't go by wife, or cousin, or teacher, though I am all of those things. I retain my identity, who I've been my whole life. But being a mom is different. It's not just a part of my life - it changes all ...
This is so adorable and funny, Liz! And hey, that only means the food you made was so yummy that the kids needed to turn on the "dishwasher-mode" :) ha ha
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What a super cute post. The last photo is my favorite. I also love the new blog layout. The photos of the girls on your sidebar are so cute.
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