The word we all crave to hear, however for some randomly and quite cruel reason “Dada” always get’s there first. We did all of that uterine baking, the pain and so on and the Dads get all of that first-word limelight. I’d be lying if I wasn’t envious and with each of my five children I’ve had to listen to that first word, five times over and each one has been, can you guess? That’s right, “Dada” *rolls her eyes*. I’m not completely heartless, deep down I think it’s quite lovely for them to say Dada as their first word, but out of all five of mine I’ve had to wait for that precious word Mum, Mummy and/or Mama.
With Annabelle, my beautifully fifth & final child, she has made me wait the longest out of them all. Little monkey. But in this last week she has been saying “Mama!” when calling out for me or shouts “MAMAA!” as she runs up to me hug me as I’ve got home. Hearing it makes me smile, it makes my eyes well up and my heart strings get pulled.
It’s so so precious to me to hear that word, not only because her speech has always been a little delayed, but she’s made so much progress over this last few months and we’ve all been able to communicate so much better and quite frankly….it’s lovely.
But hearing that word “Mama” from my littlest bird is honestly the best sound in my life right now. The word Mama will evolve into Mum or Mummy so painfully soon, so the more she calls it out to me I am going to soak it up so deep into my heart that’ll it’ll stay there forever. Being her Mama is a total privilege, a joy and a complete honor because as frustrating, challenging and sickly sweet as she can be….I’m her Mama and nothing in this entire world can ever change that.
Do you get called Mama, Mum or Mummy?