When Michael's dad married, the nickname that evolved for her was, "Memma." Needless to say, I hated it. I felt cheated. I felt manipulated. I talked to Michael about calling her by her real name. I talked to his dad about how I felt the nickname was inappropriate. I even went so far as to correct Michael when he called her "Memma" during exchanges.
It got to the point where Michael was correcting himself when around me. I saw the red flag and I took a step back. Yeah, go me. In my book that takes maturity.
Over time I realized a name is just a name. It doesn't matter that I believe Michael actually calls her "mom" now. It doesn't matter that he tells her she is the best mom in the whole world. (He told me he says these things.)
The relationship Michael and I have is mine to lose.
He knows who I am. We have a bond that she cannot sever. This goes back to yesterday's post on the heart. If I'm continually aiming to reach beyond what I see on the outside, I don't think I'll ever lose him. I suppose that was my insecurity. I didn't want to lose him.
Mind you, Michael tells me he loves me in sweet ways all. The. Time. He tells me I'm the best mommy in the whole wide world. All. The. Time. He's 6. He'll figure out eventually that I truly am the best mommy in the whole wide world. ;)
|Helping out in his kindergarten class.|
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