Little D has started to babble "mama" the past few weeks, but never directly to me; it has just seemed like he was having fun making sounds. Lately there has been suspicion that he knows what he's talking about...yet I was never there to hear it with my own ears! A couple weeks ago I dropped him off in the church nursery and as I walked away he said "mama." Of course, I didn't hear it. Then last week Micah was home feeding him and I called from work. He put me on speaker phone and when little D heard my voice his adorable little bottom lip started quivering, and soon he was bawling. Micah had to hang up and actually get him out of his high chair in order to console him as he cried, "maaamaaa!"
These correspondences seemed too good to be true, so I told myself it was probably coincidence. BUT last night he cried out "mama mama" and then reached out his hands to me. Okay, that one is unmistakable. I think two things - 1) this little boy is smart 2) he likes me.
I immediately rushed over to him, so happy that he associates me with "mom." It was quite an emotional high. But the second after my excitement started it slowly washed away because I'm not his mom. Right now I don't deserve the title.
A couple weeks ago I was talking with my best friend who is pregnant, telling her that being a mom brings so much joy. And naturally my next comment was, "I bet it's so much better when you know you can keep them." As a pregnant woman who knows she will keep her child, she sort of giggled at me. But it's true. I can't imagine the joy moms feel when their adorable blessings do the cutest things, and they know there are allowed to cherish them not only for the next few months, but for the rest of their lives.
Speaking of watching kids do things, we have some monumental news! Tonight little D took TWO CONSECUTIVE STEPS, on several different occasions. I was so excited that he couldn't help but grin ear to ear, wondering why I was so loud and smiley. This is huge, people! Any day now he's going to be walking all over the place. Every morning I make my lunch with him hanging on to my leg. He is standing there while I get what I need out of the fridge, and as I make my sandwich. Then he hangs onto one leg and walks with me to the sink to put my knife in it, and continues hanging on and taking his baby steps back over to the counter so I can finish packing up my food. It's quite an ordeal but he seems to love it. Soon he won't be clinging to my every step, but making his own. How cool is that?
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