When I was six old I shouted out "mommy!" But my mother quickly told me not to call her mommy any more because I wasn't a baby. I was about to start kindergarten and she wanted me to call her something that fit my age. So I said what do you want me to call you as I started to fill my chest and mind with frustration, because my mom never told me not to do something. It seemed as though she was ever approving of me so I figured I was on the right track as her daughter . Until I called her mommy...
She shrugged her shoulders and continued what she was doing. I said ok mother..looking right at her for her response. she said no to that also claiming it was too mature telling me she don't like the sound of that when I said it because it made me sound snobby and old. Then I said ok mom what ever. And with that she smiled and said yes! That's it call me mom. I like that, you can call me that for the rest of your life. Mommy is for babies crawling on the floor and mother just isn't right for a you. Mom it is. I said ok mom! And went out to play in the dirt.
.....I think about this often. I don't know why. It could be that I have a reminder that even though she's a Magic Maker, she is also capable of dicerning her child's actions. She recognized that a word used by some people may not be something right for child to say even if the word itself isn't wrong or insulting. It's the tone and the character of it that caught her attention.
I think that humans have this discerning ability at birth. I believe it's encoded within our DNA, a way for all creation to be able to survive even with barriers present. The ability to decipher what is best for the child of a special needs mother. That is deep my friend.
Such a profound thing to have barriers all around her and still be able to tell the difference in words that really meant the same thing.
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