Fast-forward a few yearsI'm eleven years old, call my parents Daddy and Mommy to their faces, but behind them "Mom and Dad." were their names, especially if I was talking to a friend. I still felt weird about it, calling them something other than what I normally did, but I didn't want to look weird. That changed.
One day, we had a sweet couple over at our house eating lunch with us and just having some good old fashioned fellowship. I came into the room where my parents were talking to ask a question, and, because I was in the presence of adults, I called them by their "real" names. Before I left the room, Kris pulled me over to the side, "Thank you" she said. "For what?" I asked, very confused. "For calling your parents Mommy and Daddy at your age, so many kids stopped doing that when they turned six. I appreciate that about you, and your family."
That changed the way I look at things. I'm no longer afraid of looking weird, or babyish. To be frank, I hardly care what people think these days. I love that I can call my parents, who they are. Because they aren't "Dad and Mom." They are my wonderful parents, who deserve something better, they deserve to be called something endearing, something, more. That's why I call them mommy and daddy.
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