of mums
I’m not British.
But when I was 12 and at the height of my Jane Austen phase (which has yet to fully pass), I memorized Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 in a BBC accent and began to splice a U into words like color and flavor.
I also started calling my mom Mum. With a U. It stuck, and she’s been my mum ever since. I’m lucky enough to have a sweet mother-in-law now, too, and she is Mam-with-an-A.
I celebrate both of them with all my heart. I also celebrate several other special women — the rare gems who have nurtured, mentored, and loved on me throughout my life. They know who they are.
It’s not officially Mother’s Day ’til next Sunday, but this gives you a whole week to think up a way to give the mothers in your life some extra appreciation.
But hey — what do you call your mother?
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Beloved Valerie Jane, thank you for your sweet tribute! To be your Mum is one of the very highest joys of my whole life. Thank you for both the steady presence of your love toward our family and the accents of whimsy that have made our lives more beautiful. I love you so much! xoxo
XO
At least you didn’t move over to the dark side by calling her “Mummy”. haha! Such a fun post and I especially loved your mum’s response. I began calling mine mum for a while after reading Enid Blyton books and being around many from the UK at boarding school.
Isn’t she darling? (: And no, I never made it as far as Mummy but I have to confess to “mums” and “mumsie.”
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I also remembered 116 when I was younger – I love the sentiment of it – although was pretty disappointed when I grew up to find out it’s a bit of a wedding cliche!
Perhaps you should go a step further and celebrate the British Mothering Sunday too? (They probably deserve two days of pampering after all!)
– B
Yes, 116 is a complete cliche – I’m comforted to know that someone else has come up against this sad predicament. (: