My son calls me “Mama” even at 14, and I love it, sounds endearing to me. So a few years ago, my son asked me if a woman could be named “Mama.” I told him no, not really, just as a nickname (E.G. Mama Cass of the Mamas & The Papas, born Emily Naomi Cohen, used Mama as her stage name.) I said especially because the mother of a child named Mama would be calling her own child Mama.
It would be like:
Mama: Yes, Mama.
“May be confusing,” I told him. He laughed.
So literally the next day, I went to work and a customer called. When I asked for her name, she said “Mama _____.” I couldn’t believe it. I went home and told my son that he was right, and I was wrong. People do legally name their children, Mama. Because someone who’s really named “Mama” called me today at work.
It’s a good thing to be humble before our children when we are wrong – both with little and big things. Builds and models character in the child.
So when I’m hungry, tired, and writing and bust a gasket when my poor kid interrupts me me with an innocent question, he is comfortable and free to tell me I was wrong and rude and being mean for no reason. Then I can stop, apologize, and tell him “You’re right. You didn’t deserve that. I’m hungry and tired. It was very wrong of me to react that way. Forgive me? I’ll do better next time.”
And when I interrupt his video gaming time, and he reacts in a grumpy manner, it goes both ways. He’s learned to apologize for his initial rude response, and we move on.
We learn. We work with each other with grace and mercy.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. – 1 Corinthians 13:4-7