Why Big Mama?

I started this blog back in July and when blogger asked for a name I sat and thought, and thought, and then thought some more. The name that kept coming to mind was Big Mama and I kept thinking, do I really want to be known as Big Mama? And obviously motherhood has worn me down, because the answer was yes.

With each milestone Caroline achieves we tell her what a big girl she is, so at some point she picked up that being “big” must be the highest compliment one can receive.

So she started calling me “Big Mama”.

As in “Come on Big Mama”, “What’s for dinner, Big Mama?”, “Tank you, Big Mama” and it cracked me up every time because here’s a little secret…I’m really not big.

The other part of the story is that my Pa-Pa always called me “Big Mel”. When I’d walk in the house, the first thing out of his mouth was always a loud “Big Mel!” so I have been called “Big” by two people that I dearly love. I like to think that Caroline is carrying on a family tradition and I will honor it by letting myself be known as Big Mama…and did I mention that I’m really not big?