Mama Mama Mama

Mills' first word was DaDa as most children. I waited and waited to hear Mama and for the longest time I got nothing. Literally, we would joke that he did it to get to me. He would point to me, drag me places, scream for me but never said my name. Then I became NaNa because he had trouble with his m sound. Of course, he could still say MoMo for Mickey Mouse but not Mama. Last week I FINALLY heard it, the word I had been longing for, the sweetest word-Mama. I have since that day been called Mama. Not only does that touch my heart but I am so proud of his progress. Now he won't stop calling me-like last night at 3:20AM-because his robots weren't in bed with him. But that's okay because I am Mama!!