We all know that when most parent’s ask, “What’s the magic word?”, they are looking for a specific response. Namely, the word “please”.
I’m not talking about that magic word.
I’m talking about a word I have waited 22 months to hear. A word I thought he’d start saying a long time ago, but it’s probably all that much more special because it did take so long.
The list of words he’s been saying for months include:
- more (maw maw maw)
- please (peas)
- thank you (da do)
- Abby (Ayee) – our cat
- Daddy (Da Dee)
Do you see the word that’s missing that I might want to hear most of all? I’m going to assume you do.
Little Man started saying mommy (Ma Mee) this week. All week long, he’s been saying it. Mommy this and mommy that. It’s like music to my ears! I never, in a million years, thought something so small would mean so much to me. My heart completely melts every.single.time he says that word.
So there you have it. One more thing to be thankful for!
Of course, it wouldn’t be real life if this didn’t have a down side. “Mommy” is also, suddenly, the only person allowed to do anything for LM. This includes, but is not limited to:
- holding his hand to go up the stairs
- putting on his socks and shoes
- putting on his clothes
- changing his diaper
- holding him and/or holding his hand while walking
I’m not sure what happened. Months of needing me less and less, totally reversed within a matter of days.
But, it doesn’t matter. For now, and probably forever, that word and the sweetness with which he says it, is enough to make up for all the inconveniences in the world.