My mom doesn’t answer to “Mom” these days–hell, she’s 73, she hears someone yelling, “MOM!” in a department store, she ain’t gonna think they’re talkin’ to her.
So I started yelling, “Nadine!” (which does get her attention) and have called her Nadine since I became an adult. Sometimes she pretends to “correct” me, but overall it works for her.
My dad, I started calling “Bertram” as a kid–but that’s not his name. We used to play a game when I was little, wherein I was “Miss Agatha” (which is not MY name) and he was my butler/chauffeur/cook (I was spoiled). Somehow Bertram seemed like a good name for a butler, so I called him that from the time I was, oh, five, to his death when I was 26.
(He was big into that Southern nicknaming tradition, I guess, because the only time he called anyone by his/her given name was when he was angry, and he didn’t like to be called by HIS given name, either.)
Most of my friends called him that, too (which he loved), and had no idea that wasn’t his real name until he died.
To my three siblings, however, my parents are and have always been “Mom” and “Dad” (did I mention that I was the spoiled one?)
I don’t plan to have kids, so I don’t know what my preference would be (in terms of monikers), but I have been a teacher, and prefer for my students to call me by my first name. And I’m from Kansas, though I did take French in high school . . . 