I don't even know if I want her to call me "Mom" unless she knows how cool I think it is that she always has, perfectly seamlessly, without ever confusing anybody or denying her relationship with the woman who raised her but did not coparent with me, who she also calls "Mom".
She is extremely gentle, self-deprecating, vulnerable, damaged, diagnosed, drugged, disowned, disposed disgustedly, and undepressed about her lot in life; wtf? Did someone raise my firstborn secondconceived right or did she just raise herself to be the most awesome human being on the face of the planet without having a clue how to read a parenting book or ask an authority figure how to do it?
The others....well, they're every bit as strange. Clown cars are better at undepressing people when they're really down in the dumps than stories about my vagina fruit, though.