I was talking with my parents last night, because the Dude is a fantastic son like that (Little Dude, take notes.), and my Mother is now referring to me as Little Dude’s Dad…and going overboard like only a Mother can do in an endearing way. “Hi Little Dude’s Dad. I’m talking to Little Dude’s Dad. How’s Little Dude’s Dad?”
It caught me off guard a bit, and I mentioned that I hadn’t really thought of it that way. Yeah, I’m a Dad, and I’m Little Dude’s Dad, but I haven’t had anyone call me Little Dude’s Dad. It has a good ring to it.
Dude’s Madre responds by saying “You’re now going to be called Little Dude’s Dad more than Dude.”
Somehow this simple perspective had eluded me up to this point.
A loss of identity, or an extension of identity?
Definitely an extension. A little me…only better because he’s a little Mrs. Dude too.