When I picked up Isaac, I was just some lady who looked different than all the other ladies he'd ever seen.
As I brought him home (40 of the most extreme hours of my life) I told him I was his Mom.
Over time, he started calling me Momma. And then one day he called for Momma a million times. (Maybe I'm exaggerating, but that's what it felt like). And the next few days I was highly annoyed by this. Yes, I'm your Mom and I'm here for you.
And then I realized, holy WOW, HE knows I'm his Momma. He's accepted me as his Momma.
Something I cannot possibly explain well enough is how hard it is to earn this from a child who lost everything and everyone they knew and the only thing the know is that you are what replaced it.
So today when Isaac started saying Momma a hundred times, I started to get irritated, but then realized, yes, I am you're momma and I've earned it!