Mama, Mom, Mommy, Momma

It doesn't matter how you say or spell it. It's special and it melts my heart. Over this past month, Nate has started calling me Mama, in his sweet little deep voice. Mama, mama. Of course he wants something, or is handing me his drink to be filled. Or he wants the remote to turn the Tv on. It makes me thankful for my own mom. The title "mama" should be worn proudly. I know I do.