They call me 'Madre'

I've got a teenage son, and the 20 friends that follow. I am the house they all stop by after school, the one they tell their troubles to, and the one who tells them when they are full of it. They call me Madre.

So... I have to go to the HS lunchroom to pay for Jr's cap and gown (because he forgot) and when I walk in, from at least four tables I hear "Hey! Madre!"

I know the teachers there had to wonder what was up, but I felt like... Madre.