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ANA BEGINS…..Toddler Story

I really could not tell you in what order my daughter’s first words came.  But you can almost guess that my favorite word she uttered early on was “Mama”.  Her sweet excited little voice would repeatedly sputter the word.  Her chubby cheeks would bubble and mouth bobble like a fishy, “Mamamamamamama”.  When she was happy, excited, needy, scared, tired, hungry, “Mamamamama”. It was her go-to word.   As she grew the syllables shortened and “Mama” came with different tones and a few demanding obligations.

Walking through the door after short trips to the grocery store I would be greeted with a big “Mama”! followed by big hugs and wet kisses.  It was the word I waited for all day sitting at my desk, itching to pick her up from school.  With “Mama”! came the most beautiful smile that made time stand still.

I treasured each and every moment I heard her call me.  Every morning as we got ready for the day I could count on hearing “Mama” at least five or six times.  One morning last October as I prepared breakfast I could hear her rummaging through her drawers trying to piece together a new “rock star girl” ensemble.  Knowing half her clothes were in the dryer, I headed toward her bedroom to let her know.  As I walked through the door she turned her head and said “Mom, I can’t find my purple ruffle skirt”.  My world stopped. She called me “Mom”.

  • Amanda ~ VP of Social Media at MommiesFirst

    You’re absolutely right – it is both feelings – joy and sadness and pride too! Thanks for your comment 🙂

  • loriag

    That is so sweet. My son’s first word was “ball”. I wish it had been Mama, but that was soon to follow. I just remember with joy hearing that first word regardless. Thank you for sharing.

  • Clenna

    Oh I remember that transition too. I felt that my baby girl was now entering a new phase and I didn’t want to let go of the baby-part yet. Each phase my kids ave gone through has been met with mixed emotions. Joy for their growth but silent sadness for me knowing each child was taking one more step away from me.