I am a mother of two precious girls, 10 and 12 years old. When they were little and were starting to talk, hearing them call me “Mama” was one of the sweetest sounds I can ever remember. I had waited my whole life to hear that!
Now that both girls are on the brink of being teenagers it has a little different ring to it. It is usually drawn out, and is followed by something like, “Can I please have,” “She did this to me,” or “You’re SO embarrassing.” Needless to say, these are not spoken as sweetly, and occur much more frequently. It happens so often that I sometimes reply with, “Mama is not available right now. Please leave a message at the tone.” This usually gets at least a little chuckle.
I answer to a lot of names such as sister, daughter, niece, aunt, friend, and of course, Mama. But my favorite of all is this: child. I am a child of God that He called by name. I am HIS. And so are you! His plans for our lives are already written. He knows the number of hairs on our head. How special is that?