My youngest son’s favorite word is da-da, or daddy. All the time. Recently no-no has been added when combined with a mischievous grin. I think he knows how badly I want him to say ma-ma. I’ll sit with him saying ma-ma over and over again. He will look me square in the eyes and shout da-da! And giggle away. I have to laugh too. And yes, I do know that ma-ma requires a different tongue and mouth movement and is therefore harder to say… but he says na-na so it’s about time for ma-ma!
My older two call me mommy, but every once in awhile my daughter pulls out plain old mom. Mom. Really? She’s 3. I’m Mommy.
I love being Mommy. I absolutely do. I adore my 3, I adore watching them grow and learn. I am trying my hardest to shape them into great little people. And I am really trying my hardest to be a Godly example, a super fun mom and a good disciplinarian. Kind of a weird combo when it’s written out, but I think those are the keys to at least getting close to hitting the mark. God, Fun, Discipline. Yup. Sounds about right.
I’m just reflecting today on what I get to do in this world. Being a Mom is so good.