Unfiltered Story #273672

I’m the mom friend. No questioning it. My friends, all who are younger that me, call me mom. And they are my “children”. I call them kid, kiddo, love, sweetie. Kid names. Yesterday I concluded that I am a mom.

I was texting my 16 year old cousin “happy birthday”. I then proceeded to type “kiddo” before stopping myself last second. My only reaction was to look at my mom for a second and state:

Me: I am a mom.

Brother: What?!

Mom: Excuse me?!

Me: I just tried to call (cousin) kiddo. I call all my friends kid or kiddo. *Pauses* I am a mom.