The Importance of Being Family
Jonathan made me this mug at school with the inscription of his pet name for me: Mumsy.
That got me to thinking that all three of my kids have different names for me:
2. Michael calls me Mama and even though he’s been out of the house since July, he texts me, “Bring me some Dutch soup, Mama,” or “I love you, Mama” quite regularly.
3. Jonathan skips across the gym floor to come hug me after every single one of his basketball games yelling, “Mumsy!” to the amusement of all of his friends.
I am one lucky mother. Not only am I still alive almost five years after my breast cancer diagnosis, I have children who love me unconditionally.