I was thinking, which is nothing new (an obsessive habit, really). Thinking about my kids. Every one of them still calls me Mommy. I love it. So sweet, so innocent, so dependent. However, I realized that my "Mommy" days have a shelf life. I've noticed that nine and ten-year olds don't say "Mommy" anymore (my oldest is eight). It's Mom. Mom. And that's okay. It's still loving, personal, special...but it's not "Mommy." It's not little and dependent. It's one step to these wings we're supposed to be giving our kids. I guess, tonight, I hate wings. Call me selfish, but I don't want the days of snuggles, and all-over-your-face-kisses to end...yet. Sure, I want my kids to grow up, lead independent, productive lives, make the world better, etc. But, wanting those things doesn't make growing and changing any easier. Thank goodness for my two-year old. I still have 7-8 more years of "Mommy." Is this a good enough reason to have another baby? Kidding...really...kidding (for now, anyway).