Yesterday, as I was leaving Ralph's, the fancy supermarket where you can also drop off your mail and pay your taxes, I saw a familiar face. It was a little boy with his mother. I realized it was Dawson, one of the other kids that Carla cares for. A very sweet and shy two year old, who just this week started talking to me. Before he merely looked at me from underneath his eyebrows. Lola loves him very much. I had never met his mother, however. She looked at me looking at her child. I doubled back.
"Are you Dawson's mother?", I asked her. She gave me a puzzled look and answered tentatively "Yes."
"I am Lola's mother," I said to her, holding out my hand. We shook hands and smiled at each other.
"Oh, Lola! Dawson loves her. He talks about her all the time. Lola. Lola."
We talked about the kids for a little bit and then we said goodbye. As I was walking to my car, I chuckled. For the first time in my life I had introduced myself by my honorary title, and not my name. But then it hit me: we had ONLY used our titles, we never exchanged names. I have no idea what to call her, other than 'Dawson's mother'. And neither does she. Obviously I must practice my introduction. I have too many names already and do not need another one.
"Hello, my name is Hanneke. I am Lola's mother." Easy enough. I should have no trouble mastering this!