Hello my name is Bob

Don't call me mom, mommy, mama, or mamere. My new name is Bob. I've been trying for months now to teach Magnus to call me mama, to give me some kind of indication that he knows me for more than just the warm hands that change his diapers, feed him, clothe him, and bathe him. Every morning I start our routine with "Good morning Magnus mama says hello". I spend the rest of the day pointing to myself and saying mama, I try to throw mama into everything we do. Like mama is going to wash some dishes would you like to help? Mama is making you some lunch please be patient. Mama love you, mama this mama that ok even i'm getting tired of hearing mama. I've enlisted the aid of my pre-schooler and have told him to call me mama not mom, mommy, or mamere, but just mama. I've put my mouth right next to Magnus's ear and whispered mamamamamamamamamamamama over and over and over again. Repitition being the best form of learning and all that. Is it so bad that I want him to say mama? I mean he says dada and daddy, even though MAMA is the one that carried him and nourished him with her OWN BODY for nine months and then DELIVERED him, naturally I might add, all 9lbs 6ozs. of him and yet I get Bob! Don't get me wrong the fact that he addresses me at all is amazing since up till BOB I was just that person whose shirts he spit up on and whose shoulder and chest he snuggled into.
I suppose this is my payback for letting Gavin use his dads first name. In all truthfullness..Bob is not so bad..I mean I could be poo, or some other ambigious word. I could say that B.O.B. stands for Beautiful Observant Babe..yeah I like the sound of that..BOB it is!!