The term “Mommy” elicits a visceral reaction in me, akin to the discomfort one may feel from nails scraping against a chalkboard or the sound of a fork against a plate. It’s just one of those inexplicable triggers that I cannot shake off. Perhaps “cloying” captures the essence of my sentiment best.
I often reflect with gratitude that I transitioned directly from “Mama” to “Mom,” bypassing the “Mommy” stage entirely. The reason behind my aversion remains a puzzle. While I frequently hear other parents use “Mommy” without issue, when it comes from my own children, it sends shivers down my spine. The word brings forth a similar response to whining: a potent urge to respond sharply if they don’t cease immediately.
My children are well aware of this reaction and have learned to exploit it. When they’re being cheeky, seeking something, or simply aiming for the title of Most Annoying Child of the Year, they deploy “Mommy” to grab my attention.
Picture the following in an exaggeratedly annoying tone:
- “Sorry about that Mommy, when you have to fart, you have to fart.”
- “Mommy, let’s have M&Ms for breakfast.”
- “Come on Mommy, just one more minute.”
This tactic may not yield the desired outcome, but it certainly tightens my jaw.
The term “Mommy” feels excessively sweet, almost saccharine in nature. It carries an air of patronization and is entwined with cultural references that I find hard to shake off. For instance, there’s the haunting image of Joan Crawford from “Mommie Dearest,” which traumatized many children in the ’80s. When I hear “Mommy,” I can’t help but picture those frightening eyebrows.
Additionally, the term seems to lack seriousness. It’s often associated with novelty items, like a playful onesie or a figurine depicting motherly affection. There’s an inherent silliness that renders it easily dismissible. A “Mommy” might offer hugs and tell you how special you are, but she doesn’t enforce rules or provide the guidance that a “Mom” would.
While I can engage in cuddles and laughter, most of the time, my demeanor is more about instilling discipline than fostering a sugary atmosphere.
If you’re contemplating having M&Ms for breakfast—which isn’t entirely off the table—my advice is clear: Don’t call me “Mommy.”
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In summary, the term “Mommy” evokes a strong aversion in me, associating it with a lack of seriousness and cultural stereotypes. While I enjoy playful moments with my children, I prefer a more straightforward approach to parenting.