My parents are/were a weird lot. For example, when I was a little girl, my dad would call my mom “Mommy.” This would bring out a jealous rage in me.
“She’s my mommy, not your mommy,” I would pout.
As my parents became seniors, and my dad battled dementia, they fell back into this habit. My mom even referred to Dad as “Daddy” at the hospital, earning some raised eyebrows from the nurses. She defended herself by calling it a term of endearment.
I guess it was to her, especially after taking care of my dad like a child for the past few years. By that point, he was less a husband and more a difficult child who would never grow up.
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Your post has inspired me, not to write about Alzheimer’s, of which I know little, but to write about a certain group of people here in the USA, who call their little babies and children “Mamma” and “Papa.”
Eva,
No she was always his wife. Acts of kindness/care should not be defined as mother-child. Just like the bread winner doesn’t have to be the husband/male. Jobs. responsiblities, loving care (many hats) can/should be worn by many! xo, Lotta
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