I’ve never before been reprimanded for my dauther’s use of this name. Last night, while meeting my brothers future in laws (that is if he proposes to his girlfriend) I smiled at Papaya and she smiled back and squealed “Mommy!”
Ah, but Mommy is a different woman in this family. Everyone calls my brother’s girlfriends’ mother (say that six times fast) Mommy from my own parents to her husband to anyone she meets. It’s in my opinion a beautiful sign of pride for her accomplishments in raising two beautiful women who are heading quickly towards marrying haole surfer boys.
Marie (aka. Mommy) smiled and tried to explain, in French, to Papaya that she was the Mommy around here. The Mommy to end all Mommies, Queen of Mommydom, etc. etc. etc.
Papaya looked at her with a smile, she was a very nice Tahitian lady who gave attention, no problems there. In the back of her mind though, Papaya was sure that this woman was crazy to be denying that I was in fact her beloved Mommy. No questions asked.
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