Wrapped in blankets in my cozy bed, light flickered through the blinds, while embracing my quiet well-deserved sleep. Who am I kidding? I was finally comfortable in my own bed with no kids sleeping on my face. I was so severely tired when, of course; I hear one of my million children yell for me. "Mommy? Mommy! Mommy! Mommmmmmyyyyy!”
I pretended for a few minutes that I didn't hear it, hoping my husband would get the hint and get out of bed first. Since that didn't work and I didn't want to risk the other thousand children from waking up, I punched him in the chest. My punch method was unsuccessful, and it was my turn anyway. I rolled out of bed clinging to the warmth of my blankets, as my feet touched the bitterly cold floor.
Don't misunderstand! I love my kids; I'm just so tired all the time. I enjoyed my slumber with a crying baby sleeping on my face, and of course couldn't go back to sleep. The word mommy was forming chaos in my mind. All I hear all day, every second of everyday is "Mommy? Mommy! Mommy! Mommmmmmyyyyy!”
My husband even joins the fun too- “Mommy said… to eat your dinner, Mommy…. Will change your diaper, Mommy…. wants you to do your homework.” When did he forget my name? I know when we first met he called me by my name. Was it the first or the second child that blocked his memory? For sure by the third he had no clue.
What's my name again? I can't even remember, does it start with a letter D? This is what happens when you get so tired- you forget your real name. I just need one day to go out with people that know my real name. I need a nap then it will come back to me.
Thankfully when I woke up my name came back to me, but what about the kids and my no-clue husband? I waited for my son to wake up, so I can immediately ask the question. “Do you know my real name?” Hidden in his cute laugh I heard, “Yes, it’s Mommy!” He leaned closer and whispered “It’s Mommy, Right?” I had to laugh, but I was crying a little inside, maybe a lot. That's when I started forming my plan- flash cards, signs around the house, and a small picture book with me as the central character. No, I don't have time for that! I just told my kids my name, but it wouldn't stick.Why couldn’t they remember my name, am I not a real person? I figured it out, I'm a super hero and I didn't
know it. Maybe, I am a descendent of the Hulk. I can be green and surprisingly strong. In reality, my powers include the ability to function on zero sleep, see all and know all, and multitask like nobody's business!
Maybe, the name mommy is not so bad.What's your real name?
P.s. My name is Dafna and my kids know my name, but I prefer - Mommy! I am a super hero after all!-MommyRehab