Norwegian: Mamma. It’s the same general meaning as “mom”. “Mommy” strikes me as a bit more childish, and I don’t think we have an equivalent here.
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nokturne213@sopuli.xyz 3 months ago
I call mine as little as possible. My life is so much better without her.
neidu3@sh.itjust.works 3 months ago
Oisteink@feddit.nl 3 months ago
Hadde venner i oppveksten som brukte mor og far. Litt for formelt for meg, så mamma og pappa, selv om begge er over 80 nå
neidu3@sh.itjust.works 3 months ago
Tror det også er litt dialekt-avhengig. Jeg ser for meg at Mor kanskje blir brukt i Bergen og enkelte steder på Oslos beste vestkant litt mer naturlig enn andre steder. Bak den nordnorske låvedøra der jeg ble født så brukes det ikke i noen som helst sammenheng.
Oisteink@feddit.nl 3 months ago
Det var venner fra oslo vest og bærum. Det var ingen som brukte mor og far der jeg vokste opp heller, utenom om besteforeldre.
adhocfungus@midwest.social 3 months ago
Yeah, I’ve got mine in my phone as “Don’t answer”, but she changes numbers a lot and borrows phones so I still fall for it sometimes if I’m expecting an important call and have to answer unknown numbers.
nokturne213@sopuli.xyz 3 months ago
My mother just got mad at me because my sister did not tell me my mother was going on vacation.
sprite0@sh.itjust.works 3 months ago
yeahhh i usually just use her birth name if I must refer to her at all. Some folks weren’t meant to have kids and don they best to prove it.
SolarMonkey@slrpnk.net 3 months ago
I use “my mother” for the same effect, but she died when I was in my early 20s.
I sometimes wonder if we could have made things work, or if I could have figured out stuff for both of us (we know I had adhd from my dad, but I’m pretty sure the autism came from her, and that was a post-death discovery)
But then I remember how hard she was to live with and that I probably wouldn’t have grown the way I did… so maybe I wouldn’t even know I’m autistic at ~40…? Idk, I wouldn’t be who I am today if she was still around though, that’s a certainty.
She never wanted kids. When I was 16 she told me all about how my sister was the product of marital rape and I was the planned companion for the rape baby she didn’t want… cool… my life in context.
Well my sister fucking hates me and always has (because she was the golden child, first born to a woman in her 30s, hallelujah!), so that worked super well. We haven’t spoken in almost 20 years now, my sister and I. Born 11 months apart. Wish she’d just had an only child, tbh.
I got one good thing from her though: perspective. She clearly didn’t want kids and I know how that turned out when she had them, and I also don’t want kids, so whenever anyone pushed back on my choice to get my tubes tied in my mid 20s, I was like nope. “What if I regret not having them? Fine I regret lots of things I’ve chosen to do or not do, but what if I’m like my mom and regret having them? There’s no solution to that… And I know how it turns out…”