Just a mini-rant here . . . does everyone else hate it as much as I do when you are sitting in the pediatrician’s office waiting with your kid and the nurse walks in and says, “Are you mom?” I want to scream! I want to say, “No, I am not mom, I am Mrs. Sholly to you.”
I’m sitting here in our home office right now listening while my husband participates in a Child and Family Team Meeting by phone for one of his clients in Juvenile Court. The mother in the case is present, and all the people at the meeting keep addressing her as “Mom.” It’s SO disrespectful. Every time I hear it I want to scream on her behalf. They know her name; why can’t they use it?
My little kids have an awesome dentist whom I like for all sorts of reasons, but one that really stands out is that on the first day I met him, he walked into the office, stuck out his hand, and said, “Hi, my name is Drew.” It’s pathetic that it’s no rare for a doctor to do this that it’s worthy of comment.
What about you? Does this irritate you? Do you say anything or just let it slide?
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Yes! I hate that. My girls’ preschool teacher calls me “mom” and one of the pediatricians at the practice they go to does too. I find it so de-humanzing.
Yes! I don’t even feel like a person when they do that. It’s just lazy when they have the chart with the names right in front of them.
VOMIT. I have not had someone do that to me, yet, but if they do, I’ll probably punch them. Or want to.
You never fail to crack me up, Christi. Be prepared! Your day will come.
I don’t like when people call me Mrs….but I hate when people call me mom or jack’s mom. I have a name. Use it.
Down here, Mrs. comes out Miz anyway. 🙂 But I wouldn’t even care if they called me Leslie, really, just not MOM!
I can’t remember that happening with our kids’ doctor, or our dentist. I did actually switch from a pediatrician’s office once because they couldn’t pronounce our son’s name (Josiah). They’d come out and ask for “Jose” or “Hosea.” And then when we stood up (because I was resigned and knew who they were asking for) they’d look surprised to see my lily-white self and my Nordic-looking son.
That is really irritating, Karen! You’d think they’d make a note of the pronunciation so that they wouldn’t continue to mess it up.
Try being called mom at the vet! Drives me crazy!
Do you say something to them? They had just better not ever do that to me!