Welcome to another crazy insight into my world, my mind, my life with the boy who cried Mummy.
Without meaning to sound ridiculously selfish and ungrateful, I am so tired of hearing my name called, “Mummy” that is. There are women that long to be called mummy. I know, ok, I’m sorry, I feel terrible complaining. But honestly those of you in the mummy club, please tell me you can relate. I love my child to pieces. I can’t even explain the love. That said, I really wish he would just stop saying “mummy” for five minutes, one minute even! Literally it’s non stop.
If you don’t have a child that does this or indeed a child at all, let me give you an insight into my current world.
Imagine you are called Sarah and you work in an office. Your boss is called David and is a little needy and over zealous. You are in the office trying to get things done. You are even just sitting at your desk on your break trying to get five minutes peace and this is what you experience;
Boss: “Sarah, look, I’m going to build a train track”
Sarah: “Oh cool”
Boss: “Sarah, I’ve put the first piece together”
Sarah: “Good job David, keep going”
Boss: “Sarah, can you see my train track?”
Sarah: Yes, I’m right here. It’s looking good. Don’t worry, I’m watching you. I can see everything.”
Sarah: “Yes?” (becoming exasperated)
Sarah: “Yes David, I already answered you, what is it”
Boss: “Sarah, I’m building a train track and putting all the pieces together”
Sarah: (not sure whether to cry or laugh) “Great David, that’s great”
You get my jist!? It’s relentless. Gosh I know I shouldn’t moan but sometimes I hear myself saying “can you just stop saying Mummy for five minutes?”
To which I hear “why?” Arrrgh!
I love to talk. I even love to talk nonsense. But sometimes even I get fed up of conversation.
Quite often throughout the day, at least 20 of the 100+ “Mummy’s” I hear are just for the sake of saying it. He literally goes about his day just habitually repeating the word Mummy. I have explained that this is dangerous as one day I may not respond to him when he really needs me to. Being so used to him calling my name for no apparent reason.
As heartless as this post sounds, I genuinely understand that he is two and half years old. He doesn’t understand why it would be annoying to keep saying Mummy. I’ve read that toddlers often say “why” and “what”, not for annoyance but to actually initiate conversation. I believe George’s repetition of the word “Mummy” may also be the same.
He is a very emotionally dependant on me and is never more than a few feet away. Perhaps he is also feeling a verbally emotional dependence as he is often quite shy around other people and doesn’t talk half as much. I have to add that I am a stay at home mum and spend almost 24/7 with George, including spending half our nights co-sleeping. He certainly isn’t saying it because he lacks my attention.
Or maybe he has just inherited my dislike of silence when in other peoples company. I would rather chat complete
shit uninteresting nonsense when in the presence of others, than have to endure an awkward silence. Something that has found me digging a hole for myself on quite a few occasions. heck, you’ve only got to read my posts to realise what a rambler I am.
So before I ramble off topic much longer let’s return to the subject in hand. How do you feel about hearing “Mummy” or “Daddy” called a million times a day? Does every time you hear it fill you with elation or frustration? Do you believe there is another reason behind why children do this?
Until next time….