Eh. Spend enough time talking with your kid one on one and calling her "mom" sort of creeps into situations where all three of you are interacting. I'd be hard pressed to find a situation I'd find it weird or demeaning to be referred to as "Dad" unless it was somebody out of the blue and it wasn't in context of a statement that would be referring to me around my son. It's a title I spend a lot of effort on. It's a good title. It's fun to spend time around my mom with him though, since then the same word gets used and it's a functional lesson on shifting language and relationships that exist both in the light of our love for him and independently of it.
But right, we're talking about a person instead of actually the point, so "ruh ruh ruh duh duh duh," or something appropriate for context.
Within the family, parents and kids, using mammy and daddy, when talking with your kids about theother, confirms the roles (and the affection).
But with friends of us I have never use mammy for my wife. I used her first name. And between the two of us, or calling her in presence of the kids: always the first name.
Between the two of us she was the woman I loved, and not the mother of our kids.
And vice versa.
With my mom, it was dual: I called her basically mom, but when talking with my kids about her, it was oma (grandma) and in other not to confuse them I called my mom often grandma when the kids could hear it.
Somehow putting myself, my relation with her aside, for what I felt the more important relation between a grandma and her grandchildren.
Anyway... I hope you that came over... that girl -> virgin -> mother & wife is pushing a woman into roles only. Stealing away her own identity as independent woman.
Imagine that the other way around.
That you Farm Boy, are no longer a man, no longer someone that can fetch back to his boyhood... but you are chained as provider-hubby-father. Solely an appendix role to your family with never a period in between kid and hubby to find out who you are as a man.
Because that is what happened, at least in my country before WW2 among many people.
The most precious property of a girl was her virginhood, to be consumed by her hubby, and avoiding by all means that that Eva, that tempting, seductive sexual threat for malekind, would exist. Except for that short period of hardly accepted romance and courting.