Three things conspired this weekend to give me a fuller picture of who/what I've become.
First, I start to notice that with more regularity, Willa has taken to shortening Mama -- the sweetest words ever uttered from her lips -- to straight-up Mom. As in, my Mom, like my Mom.
As in whatever, Mom.
As in Mom! Mom! Mom! I want some juice!
Mama is my preferred name (and luckily, the one Willa chose -- at first, at least). It's earthy and sweet, with a little cadence. And, it also pairs equally nice with "hot" as in "hot mama" and "zen" as in "zen mama" and also with "hey" as in "hey mama, aren't you looking hot and zen?"
But Mom? I wasn't sure I'd hit that yet.
But then, this weekend, after a nice walk, I settle into the back yard with friends and I pour myself a nice glass of white wine. Just to class it up, I decide it needs an ice cube (kudos to my Mama friend Jule for this idea). And then -- oh gawd, I can't believe I'm admitting this -- I later throw in a little bit of 7Up.
To make a spritzer.
A white wine spritzer.
Finally, the last straw was that as Willa and I are strolling downtown, I catch a glimpse my reflection in a store window in the skinny jeans I've been trying to rock. I'm shocked to find that instead of the hip, fashion-forward Mom I'm attempting to be, I look a bit more like this:
If you see me at Christopher and Banks and I'm trying on a nice applique vest, stop me.
// If you're already here, when did you know you'd hit Momdom?