Just a BlinkProof Time Flies

Phewwt! Gag-Spit! Eou!

These utterances came from my mouth as I rejected a bite of not fully ripened organic banana this morning. I finally have fresh fruit in our home after weeks of delaying the grocery run to Super Target.

I knew it was green but I was trying to push my luck. The banana tasted so foul. After I had resolved the issue I was telling Ryan about unripe fruit and why I had made such a fuss.

He said, “Mom that’s why God says in the beginning of ‘my little first Bible’, “Don’t eat fruit that is still growing.” Of course he was referring to the picture in his Bible of Adam and Eve hanging around a tree with the fruit still hanging on it in the garden of Eden.

I just smiled and said, “You’re right we shouldn’t eat fruit that is still growing!”

I am not sure when it happened; right after giving birth? Probably. Something switched in my brain upon becoming a mother that made it okay to refer to myself in the third person. Never in my life have I done this in any other way. Here is an example, Jessica thinks speaking in third person is so creepy. See even that was hideous.  A friend from High School had a boyfriend that would speak like that. It just made me want to send him to therapy for some disorder or at the very least send him away from my friend.

So now that I am a Mommy I speak in the third person everyday. Oh, I just shuttered a little as I was typing it. “Mommy is so proud of you”; “Mommy said NO!”; “Come give Mommy a kiss”. Now at least ‘Mommy’ is a title as well as my new name so it may not be such a heinous crime but it still crosses my mind now and again.

I will most likely continue this way of speaking for a long time. I just thought this Mommy talk issue needed to be addressed.

Jessica thanks you for reading her blog post.