5 years ago, I lost my real name, and gained another; Mommy. Along the way, when the name "Mommy!" has been called, it meant everything from "Help me!" to "Love me!" to "Watch me!" to "Stop embarassing me" to "Please!" to "Where is my baseball glove?" It has been at times, incredibly frustrating ("Mom, mom, mommy, mommy, mo-om!") to those many more times which are endearing. But the most amazing thing of it all is that it has always meant me.
There are so many things I wish for and don't think I'll ever get. But when it comes to being a mother to this amazing child, I've had wishes come true I didn't even know I made.
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