My sweet baby boy gave me this card for Valentine’s Day.
Now, he is a sweet, young man.
I thought the card was very appropriate coming from him.
Not because of the candy he got me to go with it, but because of what my title was on the card.
That’s what he calls me when he wants something.
My eldest, by 3 minutes, calls me “Mama.”
My middle child, by 3 minutes or 4 years and 3 months depending on how you look at it, calls me “Mommy.”
Oh, they all call me “mom” or “mama” at some point. Dillon even calls me “Ha Ha.” That’s Japanese for mama. He took Japanese as his foreign language in high school. My middle child even calls me “Jayne” when I am not answering to “Mama.” We are usually in a crowd of people when I don’t answer her. Do you know how many “Mamas” are in a crowd of people?
I think it is sweet they all have their special name for me…even if they just want something. Oh, and they have a special tone of voice to go along with it. You know the one. All sweet and innocent.
This got me to thinking about what I call God.
When I want something I call Him “Father.” Of course I use my sweet and innocent voice with it. When I am pleading with Him, He is “Lord.” When I am talking to Him as my friend, just telling Him about my day, He is “Jesus.” When I start my prayers, trying to be respectful He is “Gracious Heavenly Father.”
What do you call Him?