you couldn't possibly wear it out!
i don't know if words could quite explain just how happy i am to not just be his mama anymore, but to be known as mama... to be given the name.
up until now, he only said "dada". in fact, even i was called dada. sometimes even grandma or a friend or a random person on the television was dada.
but now he's getting the whole "call someone by name" thing, and he's starting to get those names down.
as of very recently, i'm not just the person he cries for or misnames. now i'm known by my name. and it's music to my ears. it's enough to make a grown mama cry. it makes me melt each and every time.
i will always be here for him and always be his mom, so may he always call me such in some form or another. becoming a mom forever changed my life. now to be called his forever changes it again.
i think i could dance when i hear him say it! {but i don't, because he might start to think that "mama" is a command for "jump up and down and act silly"}.
*wink*
i'm nothing short of giddy... he calls me who i am.
i will always be here for him and always be his mom, so may he always call me such in some form or another. becoming a mom forever changed my life. now to be called his forever changes it again.
i think i could dance when i hear him say it! {but i don't, because he might start to think that "mama" is a command for "jump up and down and act silly"}.
*wink*
i'm nothing short of giddy... he calls me who i am.
mama.














































