The other day, my five-year-old called me “Babe.” Not like the pig. But still. Strange. He got it, of course, from my husband who calls me “Babe” far more often than he uses my first name. And, in all fairness, I return the favor and rarely use Matt’s given name. To each other, we’re both “Babe.” Or “Baby” if we’re feeling particularly lovey. At least at home, where we can get away with such sugar-coated sappiness and not get mocked for it.
That got me thinking…
I wonder just how long it takes the children of the world to realize that their parents aren’t actually called, “Babe” or “Honey,” “Love” or “Shmoopsy Poo.” It’s amazing that they ever catch on, isn’t it? Take Lady for example. You know, Lady? From Lady and the Tramp? This adorably confused Cocker Spaniel believes she is the proud owner of two humans named Jim Dear and Darling. Lucky for Lady, she’ll move through her entire doggy-life never knowing the difference.
So, tell me. If the term of endearment you were called the most often was your actual name, just what would your name be?