I don’t know exactly how it got started this morning, but Ryan was teasing me that I couldn’t remember his name.
He continued to argue that he didn’t believe that I would not ever forget his name.
How do you know you will never forget my name?
Because I named you.
Why did you name my Ryan?
Because it is one of my three favorite names in the whole world.
I looked around the room and the other two boys were sitting at the kitchen island eating breakfast. They nodded with the impact of that statement. I smiled one of those all knowing mommy smiles that is the result of saying the right mommy thing at the right mommy time.
Basking in the joy of successful motherhood was shattered a moment later when Rhett(6) piped up…
I don’t like my name.
I just don’t like it. I wish I had another name.
Why don’t you like your name?
Because the kids at school call me WET.
As he said it, I realized that it wasn’t the kids at school that made that up. He calls HIMSELF Wet.
He has had the sweetest little speech issue with his R’s. I love to hear him talk because his word choices are much more mature than his pronunciation. Obviously, he isn’t feeling like it is cute at school. Maybe it is time that we address it so he can say his own name.
Motherhood has a way of interrupting a feeling of achievement with a to-do list.