I didn’t really think about it until later on today, well after Malka went to bed, and I started tidying up, placing the Mother’s Day card made “by Malka” on the table for Narda to see when she comes home tonight.
It’s REALLY cute, actually. Hand prints and Polaroid picture, glittery lettering done by the “teachers” at daycare.
When it was presented to me upon picking up Malka, Louise said: “I have something for you.” She presents me with this beautiful card “To Mommy.” All in gold glitter letters. It was really very sweet. I then said, “I’m Eemah.” And she said: “Well, it’s for both of you.” (or something like that).
I later realized that although Narda and I are treated equally at daycare, that the acknowledgement of who we are is kind of swept under the rug. The only teacher who made an effort to call me Malka’s Eemah was Suzanne, from the baby room.
Now granted, Malka is cared for, nurtured, changed, encouraged, and all of those things, and the fact that she has two moms isn’t all that big of a deal for them. So in reality, it’s a wonderful situation. It’s just that small step that would have been nice.
Because I AM her Eemah, and it would be great if other people could recognize it.