Bigger is at the absolutely just ready for school stage (can you believe they don’t actually start until the 10th of September and then are only there for about 15 minutes?) and pushing against just about every boundary we have around the place. Actually not totally true, she hasn’t been brave enough to break out through the gate and into the Deep Dark Wood, mostly I assume because of the presence of Gruffallos..
Sorry there was a point to this, give me a moment to get back on track, but one of her tests of our boundaries is the gleeful discovery that I have A Name and that my passport does not describe me as Mummy Muddling
She delights in calling me Hannah and to be honest I much prefer that to ‘Mum’ – I’m comfortable with Mummy – heck I even call my own mother than and I’m rapidly approaching 40 (mental note that there is probably another blog post in there) but I don’t like Mum – I don’t quite know why
Perhaps it is that Mummy is the first thing they called me – Mamma is ok but only used by Littler just before she tries and manipulates me into doing something I don’t want to – think along the lines of ‘Mamma I so love you, you are the best Mamma in the world, please may I have a chocolate biscuit / meringue / new ballet kit’…
But is it so wrong for my children to call by my actual name?
I mean because it is actually who I am and yes I do answer to it so am I nuts to insist on them calling me ‘Mummy’ when they don’t want to? Is it too terribly modern, too terribly right on, too terribly ‘with the kids’ to even consider?
Still worse things could happen – this weekend Littler worked out I have a family nickname (mostly because my Father forgot my actual name about 20 years ago and hasn’t called me by it since… including in his speech at our wedding…) and called me by it at lunch… that needs killing off quickly – perhaps being Hannah rather than Mummy is the perfect compromise?