You don't meet many self proclaimed "mama's boys". 

My husband once told me that he broke up with a woman because she called him one.
So, why would I ever tell a stranger that my own son is a "mama's boy"? Good question.
We were on vacation, sitting in the hot tub. I was relaxed and two drinks in... talking to a man who was a football coach and middle school teacher. 

Martin came over to me, sat in my lap and gave me a kiss. Derrick called to Martin, to which Martin responded with "WAAAAAAAAAH! I want mommy!!!" 

Jokingly, I turned to the stranger and said "my guy is kinda' a mama's boy". 

The conversation continued for about 5 minutes, then the stranger looked at me and said "I have to say something... You really shouldn't call your son a mama's boy, you have a strong relationship with him, but don't call him a 'mama's boy' ". 

My first reaction was to explain myself, but instead I stopped. (see I did learn something in therapy!)

I realized that I was thinking with my female mom brain, the one that is so proud of my close bond with my son. The brain that secretly loves it when Martin chooses to sit with me, rather than do anything else. 

Maybe the stranger was right... what do you think?