Dec 1 2008
Just call me Ishmael
I was at my friend Maria's home the other night. When I walked in, her girls quietly asked their mother, "Who's that?" I laughed, because they had seen me numerous times, but never without Lucie.
Maria and I both told the girls to call me Mrs. Nichols. Still they couldn't get over that I was a Mrs. Anyone and insisted on calling me "Lucie's mom" all night.
I've noticed this behavior with other children in Lucie's playgroup. There's no Mrs. Nichols or even Anne-Marie, it's always Lucie's mom or the funnier expression, Mrs. Lucie's Mom. Now that I'm going to be volunteering in Nathan's classroom, I'm sure I'll be called Mrs. Nathan's Mom, too.
Honestly, even after 12 years of marriage, I'm still not used to being called Mrs. Nichols. After all, that's Paul's mom, not me! But this Mrs. Lucie's/Nathan's Mom? I love it. Yep, that's who I am alright.
