From the moment I found out that I was pregnant, the moment I saw that faint, yet unmistakable pink line, I have been waiting for something. I have had so many wonderful experiences as a mother since that moment- all of the joys of pregnancy, the birth of my first child, the milestones that he has crossed- but I have still been waiting for something.
One word, one tiny little word that lets me know that my son recognizes who I am, that he knows that I am the one who cares for him, who loves him, and lets me know that he loves me too. Until last week, I was a mother. But now, I am very proud to say, I have been dubbed by my son as “Mom.”
It happened very gradually. It began as a syllable he would repeat over and over if he wanted something. “Momomomom…..Momomomommmmmm…Moommmmm….” I guess I will get used to that, as I’m told it doesn’t change much. Then it started to become more focused. He would look at me with outstretched arms “Momom! Momom!” Then, on Saturday it happened – clearly and unmistakably.
Jonah was napping while I was folding laundry. I heard him startle and (more…)