It is usually when she is hurt or scared. She looks up at me with those big brown eyes, and in her Wee little voice says, "Ohhh, Momma?" as if she is asking if it is going to be okay.
My heart melts.
Yes, Willow, it is going to be okay.
I will make sure of it.
It is getting easier when she calls me Momma.
At first I had twinges of guilt every time she said it. I am not her Momma- I am her Grandmother! But that twinge is gone now.
I have always called myself Grammie when talking to her. Everyone else does the same--- "Go give that to Grammie..."
yet she still calls me Momma.
Wee one still calls her real Mother Momma, too. Maybe to her it is just a name. She hears her aunts and uncles call me Mom, so maybe she thinks that's just who I am-- Mom.
I am sure that the day will come when she will look up at me with those same big eyes, and in her Wee little voice say,
"Ohhhh, Grammie?" and that will be okay,
but for today,
I am Momma.
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