A couple days ago while I was running errands I got caught off-guard and couldn't avoid having to talk to another mom. After she said "Hi Zoe's mom!" the first thing she told her daughter was "Oh, you remember Zoe's mommy, don't you?" (To be fair, I have no idea what her name is either, because I barely know her and every time she has told me her name all I hear is "blah blah blah" because I'm never able to focus on anything besides her out-of-control hair and the fact that she wears mom jeans.) I looked at the girl and said "Hi, I'm Jody." She said "Hi, Zoe's mom."
Last night while we were in the car, Zach started talking about girl names. More specifically, he was telling me about the girl names he doesn't like, which include pretty much all names that start with the letter J. "Jane, Jill, Julie -- any time I hear a name that starts with 'J' -- I picture a freaky-faced spaz that acts weird and bizarre. Someone strange and completely annoying."
"Oh, kind of like the name Jody?" At this point I was trying to decide which was worse: That my name brands me as a bizarre weirdo, or that my kid forgot my name.
"Yeah. Or, oh. Um, that one's not as bad." So I got that going for me -- my name is not as bad.
I guess being known as "Zoe's mom" isn't such a bad thing. After all, it's a hell of a lot better than "Hi, my name is Freaky-Faced-Spaz-Who-Is-Completely-Annoying Adkins."