What's in a Name?

Today I had a revelation.  It's probably something most people already know and appreciate, but for me it was new and sweet.

My 4 year old asked me what my name is.  I've told him before, and he hears his father use it all the time, so I told him, and when I tried to explain why he should call me "mom" it hit me.  It's not a mere formality, or a recognization of authority; it's even more than a term of endearment.  I told him that there are only three people in this whole world who can call me "mom" and that is very special to me. It's who I am, and who I'll always be to them.

It is a title attached to the new, eternal, identity that I received when I fulfilled the measure of my creation, and although the world may see it as a hinderment to my progress as an individual (to what end? I ask), it is actually just the beginning of the ultimate realization of my eternal progress, and something I proudly wear like a glorious crown.  My children are my jewels.

 Remembering this helps me once again see it as such a blessing and a sacred responsibility that I don't take lightly, and I am so grateful for the opportunity.

Even when they're being little stinkers.