4 Degrees of Mother

I've discovered over the course of my life that there are 3 or maybe 4 degrees of the term Mother.

I'll just get this out of the way. I love the cuss word Motherfucker. I don't know why. Maybe because it really expresses a serious exasperation with a situation. But, then again, so does Horseshit, which has many merits unto itself.

Anyway, there is MOM! Used when you are irritated with her interference and you yell either MOM! or but MOM!

There is also the Motheeeerrrrrrr! This requires that you roll your eyes, turn around and generally ignore her while she desperately tries to reason with you while you make a very, very bad decision, but you're old enough, right?

Next, is Mommy! This is when you've been away too long from her and just want her smell, and hugs and kisses of course. You'll do anything she asks. Laundry? Yes! Mow the lawn? Of, course! Cook dinner? Whatever you want! Grocery shopping, money....please just don't leave me again, syndrome. Only occurs on vacations or extended stay at a relative's without you.

Finally, for me is Mum. I started in the 7th grade when I discovered British sub-culture....Sid&Nancy, Beatles, Duran Duran, most things British anyway. This is how I usually ref ere to my mom....Mum. She hates, I love it. We accept and move on.

Whatever you call your mother, please call her pleasantly. She is your Mum after all.

~namaste HB