I retained my birth name when I married my husband. Our daughter has his name. Every now and then I quiz her to make sure she knows my last name is different than her’s… just in case. But I haven’t thought to drill her on her basic information (e.g., her full name, her complete address, my last name) for the past three weeks since I’ve been convalescing after my surgery.
Isabelle and I were putting on our shoes this morning when she started talking about Halloween. (A favorite topic these days!)
“I’m gonna share my candy from Hersheypark in the Dark with Molly.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
She continued. “And Andrew. And Sarah. And Marc. And Stacey.”
“Wow! So that’s how you refer to me now? As Stacey?!!?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Your name is Stacey Mobile.”
“Your name is Stacey Mobile,” she repeated.
Stacey Mobile? What is she talking about? And then it dawned on me… “Did you hear Bubbe say, ‘Call Stacey, mobile’ when she was here with you for the past few weeks?
“Yes,” she replied.
“And now you think my name is Stacey Mobile?” I asked.
“That’s your name,” she stated.
I was too tired for a fight. After all, I took over being “Mommy” again this morning. That’s because Isabelle’s bubbe, my mom, went home after helping us for two-and-a-half weeks. My husband is on-call at work this week, which means I’m doing more than usual this week. I didn’t feel like myself. I didn’t want to start correcting her and drilling her. Besides — it was kind of cute. Stacey Mobile!