A Mommy Story

This morning:

Me: Cordy, are you ever gonna call me mom, mommy or mama?

Cordy: Noooo

(As an aside, she has only said the word “no” about three times ever. Four if you count the “noooo” she gave Aaron later this morning when he asked her, “Can I have a hug?”)

It won’t be long until she’ll be saying, “OK, lady, I love you! Bye-bye!”

I don’t get it. Isn’t “mama” one of the first words a kid says? She’s got “dadeeeee!” down and uses it often. But I have no name to her. I’m the lady who she shoves her sippy cup at for a drink.

At this point, I wouldn’t even care if she called me “lady”. Am I not deserving of some kind of title from her? Do I not rank up there with “Dadeeee”? The cats have their name (Kiiii!), and she’s even spoken her first non-relative name (Dave – the significant other of my friend and Cordy’s babysitter Lisa). When do I get my label announcing my importance to her?

While sitting here typing, I just asked her, “Cordy, who am I?” and pointed to myself. She responded by laughing at me, then handed me her sippy cup.

Sigh.

Edited to add: I was just reading Sweet Juniper, and Cordy pointed to the picture of Juniper and said “BAbeee!” Damn. Now people on the internet are getting names from her before me.