I wash hands, Mom!
I watch t.v., Mom!
I want window up, Mom!
Mom, I want joo box!
Brush teef, Mom!
I want L.C.*, Mom!
Where Ben, Mom?
Where Gavin, Mom?
I want yogurt, Mom!
Turn it up Mom!
I. WANT. MY. PACI. MOM!!!
You so pretty Mom.
I love you Mom.
She already calls me Mom. She has for a while.
Many times that one little word is partnered with demands and needs and wants and is said with a bit of determination and underlying tones of wishing she could do it herself.
Sometimes I wish she would just say “Mommy” instead and quit acting like such a kid already. I wonder how she’s changing so fast, how she talks so well.
But no matter which word she uses I still want to remember every which way she says it… whether she is standing watching me getting dressed for church while admiring my reflection in the mirror, or she is just ready to get out of the van.
Honestly, I’ll take it any way I can get it.
Someday she’ll say “Bye Mom” as she leaves, taking part of my heart with her as she goes, not even knowing until someday when she is a mother, that she has done just that.
So for now any “Mom” from her sweet lips is a good one for me.
And yes, we are working on saying “Please” too…
*L.C. stands for “lamb chop”, what we call K’s half blanket/half stuffed animal lovie that goes everywhere she goes these days…