#maybe everything

Thanks for the tag @potatofantiger @gingervitus @davrinsleftpectoral (and @mythals-whore you didn't tag me but I considered myself tagged in everything you do, so, yeah).

Ok, it's hard to make a wip vibes of a comic without choosing the same kind of visual language I'm using when drawing it, BUT, I tried not to be too literal.

I feel like everybody's already doing this, so gentle tag for @handsignals @ratbagjasper @flowersforthemachines and whoever wants to join ^^

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A string of letters that I answer to

I have had nicknames,

Terms of endearments,

"Hey, you," is enough to get my attention.

There have been people who tried to call me crueler things,

Words I would not answer to,

Because they do not define me.

Motherhood was not the first time my name changed,

But it was the first time I chose my name

"Mama's got you," I whispered as I held you close.

Mom is fine, mother- a bit formal

Mommy sounds whiny, but I'd answer to it,

For the love of you.

Mama is the name I chose,

It's soft and round

Just like you remade me,

It fits, gentle and snug.

When you came to me and held out your name,

Poor and ill-fitting,

You shared with me a new one,

So I let the old one go.

You chose for yourself,

And I chose you.

(I will always choose you)

Shakespeare asked, "What's in a name?"

And Anne (with an 'e') wondered, "if a Rose was called a Skunk Cabbage, could it still smell as sweet?"

And the answer, I think, is simple.

What's in a name?

Is the same as "Who are you?"

Only the bearer can know how well a name fits;

If it sums up who they are,

If they believe of themselves the sounds of the letters strung together like so many beads.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

Identity is in the soul,

It will only answer to what it knows to be true.

No matter your name; he, she, ambiguous they, or royal we,

ah, ah, but time is so hard- be safe, littlewood, in this venture of yours. is there anything you need? anything i can give you?

even when i am gone, i am here