Did you know that in about 75% of world languages, the word for “mom” starts with an M sound?
I find that curious. The “m” sound must be the most fundamental, the most intimate, the most primeval, for so many peoples to title this most sacred person.
Anyway, my mom has always been just good old Mom, so reliable that it’s easy to take her for granted. And she’s never had a nickname. Just Mom. But as far as nicknames, Dad is another story.
His name is Fred. As a joke, Mom would sometimes all him Fredi-poo. At some point, this morphed into its backward twin, Oopiderf. I rarely call him that. But I will in this post because the sound of it makes me laugh.
Oopiderf and Mom came with Roger and me to a conference we are running. Was it because they wanted a vacation in a mountain resort? Nope. It was so they could watch our kids while we worked. It’s been 4 days and we are all exhausted.
Soon, when I am at the BlogHer conference and hanging out with Lollipop Goldstein, Pamela Jeanne, Luna, Frenchie, Amber, Millie, Steph, JCK and Slouching Mom, again my parents are going to take care of Tessa and Reed. Again, they will keep my kids safe, occupied, and loved.
How should I show my appreciation to Oopiderf and Mom? What do you do when you are deeply grateful to and for someone?