When I write I call myself mom, but never when I speak. When I talk about myself out loud, I am always mum. On the page it looks like I am all apple pie and Fourth of July fireworks, but when I speak it sounds like I am crumpets and rides on the Underground.
The kids call me mama. Like they should we wearing matching uniforms and holding hands with Madeline while they walk the streets of Paris behind Miss Clavel.
It feels, somehow, like a perfect example of being Canadian. A little bit of everything all together.
What do you call yourself? What do your kids call you?