"My Name is not Mom": Why Identity is so Important to me
"Hi, are you mom?" "My name is Amanda. I am W's mom." "OK mom. I'm your son's nurse. I'll be taking care of him today." My son recently returned home after both of us had a week-long stay at the hospital. He was the patient recovering from the effects of a virus on his little body. I was the worried parent by his side. During our ordeal, the above scenario played out over and over again, with a few exceptions, each time I would meet a new professional that needed to interact with my son. All of the professionals were both kind and knowledgeable. The people who stood out to me the most were the ones who called me by my name, not "mom." Calling me "mom" may have been their way of affirming an important role I have in my son's life. However, calling my by my actual name instead is a matter of showing respect. I am not their mom, I am my son's mom.