Today while walking the aisles of Walmart (one of my least favorite stores, but that’s a post for another day), Lucy pointed at me and said, “Mama.” And for the first time I think she really meant, “you are my mama” instead of just some babbling mambo jumbo. And I almost started crying right there on isle 29 next to the can openers and cheese graters.
When we got home she pointed to her baby doll and said “didi” which, when translated, means “baby” or “doggie.” It’s really a useful word since it’s completely interchangeable and especially because it’s one of only two words that complete her vocabulary. But man those little things made me SO happy.
Today also marked the first time I have set Lucy down from carrying her in a standing position and she didn’t fall over, or throw a fit. I know these seem like little things, but to me they’re huge milestones. And I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Claire has decided that we should call Lucy “walking girl” now that she can take so many steps. (Isn’t Claire great with the nicknames? First “Shortcut” for her and now “Walking Girl” for Lucy. Maybe the next nickname she bequeaths will be mine: “Talks On Phone Too Much.” I think she was meant to be a Native American.) Claire’s also declared that Lucy is a “girl” now (as opposed to a “baby”). And when I go watch Lucy sleep at night before I head to bed I’ve noticed that Claire’s right…that baby of mine is filling up her crib.
But what I have to say back to Claire is, “that sleeping ‘girl’ with her long eyelashes resting on her chubby cheeks, along with you, Grace, Elle and Max, will always be my ‘babies’ whether you like it or not.”
“And I’ll always be your ‘mama’.”