Mom-MAH
It has been too long since my last blog post. What - life got in the way of blogging? Blasphemy! But it is true. The Speed Reader's Digest Version: lots of work, baby sick, mommy sick, husband away hunting for a week so mommy solo, hubby injures arm, mommy taking care of hubby and baby, hubby gets an operation to repair arm, mommy taking care of hubby and baby, mommy falling behind on work, mommy needs Calgon.
But now on to the real news.
NG finally is calling me something - she calls me "Mom-MAH." It is very cute. And not only is she saying it, but she is relating it to me. When G. asks "Where's your momma," NG points to me. She hugs my legs and looks up and says "Mom-MAH." She looks down the stairs when I get home and smiles and says "Mom-MAH."
The thing that makes this so significant - to me at least - is that she didn't call me anything until she was 15 months old. She had "DAH" and "DA-da" all down pat for months, but she had no name for me. I understand that Dada is easier to say than Mama. But I have to admit it was a strange feeling to go for months without her calling out to me or identifying me. Yes, she'd respond to me, but she didn't have a way to refer to me.
So despite the craziness we've been experiencing in our household these last weeks, I'm just basking in the glow of "Mom-MAH." It seems to make everything right with the world.












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