Mama

My baby boy can be so sweet. He has been saying Da-da to Jim regularly for a while now (he dropped the Papa term, as it seemed to mean all boys or men to him, while Dada means Jim specifically), but it hasn't been often that he has referred to me as Mama. The nice thing, though, is that when he has said it, there is no doubt in my mind that he is calling me Mama. Meaning that I don't think Mama is just a word, or just a woman. I think he knows what a Mama is, and he knows that I am Mama.

Last night we did our evening snuggle before bed where I rock him, and he straddles my lap, facing me, and rests his head on my chest. He wanted his wa-wa (water), and instead of trekking to the bathroom for a sip like we usually do (yes, I give in to at least one bedtime delay for wa-wa every night), I had a sippy cup of water. I wrapped my arm aroud the back of his head like he was a tiny infant, and held the cup for him, with my face very close to his, and he put his hand in my hair and stroked it. He drank the whole cup and when he was done, he patted my chest multiple times and said "Mama, mama, mama, mama" just like he was thinking YES, now this is what a Mama does! Oh, how it made me wish that I could have fed him as an infant. But it also made me smile, to hear him call me Mama. I don't care how often he calls me that, but it is so special when he does.