My son won't call me Mommy. I don’t get a “Ma,” let alone a “Mama.” I’m not “Mummy” or "Mother,” “Mami” or “Amma.” I’d be fine with Jess, which is what my friends call me, or some child-specific mash-up like “Jesma” (Jess + Mama) or “Moss” (Mom + Jess). But, nope, he’s not interested in giving me a matronymic of any kind.
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