Tuesday, January 19, 2010

That's My Name...

As I sit here typing this, my youngest is wailing "mama, mama, MAAA MAAA!" over and over and over again. I'm amazed it's actually registering in my brain. From the minute the girls wake up in the morning, until now as they resist going to sleep...it is the one word that is said a million, sometimes a trillion times each day. Sometimes it precedes a simple request like, "mom, where's breakfast?" other times a demand, "mom! wipe my bum!" (from my preschooler). The most infuriating is the times when they seem to say it just to say it, "mom?" and when I say "what?" there is no response. That tends to happen in cycles...mom? what? mom? what? mom? WHAT?!!! By the end of the day, after one of those cycles I tend to sing in my head..."that's my name, don't wear it out...that's my name, don't wear it out...that's my name, don't wear it out." The funny thing is, as weary as I get of hearing it I know that is really the most meaningful name I could ever be called.