Don't call me Mama.

I do love being a mother. All in all it’s made me a happier, kinder, fuller human. And that’s always a good thing. But don’t call me ‘mama’. I have a name. It’s Agam. And although motherhood is one thing I do, it’s not everything. I am more than someone’s mother. I am a woman, an artist, a wife, a lover, a daughter, a sister, a student, a teacher, a sometimes cook, an all the time bargain shopper…you get the point. So when someone, a friend, a co-worker, a family member sees me and says, ‘Hey Mama’, three things pop in my head: Has this person forgotten my name and doesn’t know how to acknowledge me? Is this person unsure as to how to pronounce my name? Or, have we elapsed back 50 years and all of a sudden I’m wearing an apron with boob cut-outs for the hundred children pulling at my dress screaming to be nursed?
So…just a friendly reminder: Don’t call me ‘mama’. It’s Agam. Stress on ‘A’s, which sounds more like an ‘Uh’.