I was Daddy. Now I am Dad.

When I launched this blog back in 2011, it was titled "They Call Me Daddy."

After I took a hiatus and re-launched it, it became "They Still Call Me Daddy."

Then, a few years ago, I went with the more self-descriptive "5 Kids, 1 Wife."

What I only just recently noticed, though, is that the blog's meta tag search description still reflected the old names. Some of my posts on Facebook include this short description of the blog:

"A father of five's account of life as a husband, PR professional, and of course, a daddy."

The part about "daddy" doesn't really make sense anymore since the blog's title has changed, so I edited the description simply to say "and of course, a dad."

It also doesn't make sense anymore because I no longer have anyone calling me Daddy.

To all of my children, I'm just "Dad."

Well, Jared calls us "Scott" and "Terry," but that's only because he's sarcastically funny like me.

The last one to call me Daddy was Jack, who logically enough is our youngest. I think he stopped using that moniker once he turned 9 or so.

When I hear "Dad," I think of my own dad. Because that's what I called him.

He called me "Bear," by the way. Or "Slug." I don't know that he ever really explained the origin of either name to me. That was just what he called me and I never thought anything of it. You can literally count on one hand the number of times in my life I ever heard him refer to me as "Scott."

Anyway, the Daddy-to-Dad and Mommy-to-Mom transition is an unheralded milestone in the parenting journey. And maybe it's unheralded because no one wants to admit their kids are growing up so fast or that they themselves are getting older.

I'm OK with it, I guess. I often miss the Daddy days, but not the associated diaper changes and spilled drink clean-up that went with it.

All things considered, this dad is good with "Dad."