"You Are Not My Mommy!"
Last night I was a bridesmaid in my best friend's wedding. Bride and Bridesmaid spent the day getting hair and makeup done before slipping on fancy dresses and walking down the aisle. My husband, daughter, and family were in the audience. After the ceremony, and pictures, I finally got a chance to say hi to everyone, and hug my daughter. I picked her up, anticipating the hug I had been waiting all day for. Instead, she reacted as if I were a stranger, and flailed until I put her down. "Come give mommy a hug" was met with wails as my bewildered daughter looked to and fro trying to figure out where mommy's voice was coming from. In her mind, I was DEFINITELY not her mommy. I tried again "It's mommy, come get mommy." This time she looked me in the eye, and if she could have spoken in complete sentences she could not have articulated more clearly that I was not her mommy. I was an imposter. If she could have spoke in sentences she would have said: "You are NOT my mommy. My mommy wears sweat pants, shorts, and shirts she buys on clearance for $3.48 from Target. My mommy does not wear makeup. My mommy does not wear fabrics that are not machine-washeable. My mommy may sound like you, but she does not look you."
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