My Mommy days are numbered.

No, I have not lost my children in the woods. I am not running away to a desert island (though sometimes that seems like a reasonable option.)

Last week my eight-year-old changed my name to Mom.

As in, “Mom, can you reach a cup on the top shelf?” or “Mom! Watch this!”

No fanfare, no announcement. It was all very matter-of-fact. Continue reading →