‘Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!’
Sometimes the word Daddy is uttered even more than the word Mummy (and I love it when it is!).
Mummy is I’m hungry, I’m thirsty, my brother has hit me, I’ve hurt myself, I’ve spilled something, my sister wants to turn the telly over.
Daddy is fun, in-depth football analysis and look at me!
But something has changed.
When my son started secondary school he informed us that outside the house we would be Mum and Dad. I understand this, although it makes me sad. I love being Mummy and I love Daddy being Daddy.
Kids these days seem to go on saying Mummy and Daddy much longer than we did in my day. I gave up at age 9 after a kid in my class teased me for saying Daddy, but I know teenagers now who say Mummy and Daddy without any embarassment.
On holiday in Center Parcs it was all ‘Dad’. I was quite disappointed at this. I thought the rule only applied in front of his friends or in our own town. I didn’t know it applied to ALL public places. He says it when he’s talking about
Daddy Dad, not just when he’s calling him. I can hear the hesitation in his voice as he says it. He’s said Daddy millions of times over the years and it still doesn’t come naturally to say anything else. He has to pause and think about it, sometimes he even has to correct himself.
But from now on, for my 11 year old, Daddy is most definitely Dad.