Mom-my

For the past month or so Camia has been referring to Ryan as 'daddy' and her stuffy as 'uh oh' and sheep as 'baa', cows as 'booo' and dogs as 'oof oof'. I thought there seemed to be a hole in her vocabulary since the word 'mommy' had not yet surfaced. Today that hole got filled as she looked at our family photo, pointed and said 'mom-my'. The first time I did not really listen right away. And then I stopped sewing and asked her to say it again. 'Mom-my". Sigh. It makes me feel special.

And then it makes me feel weird. Somebody called me mommy. Perhaps the thought of being a mom never really has been made official...until now, when I hear her say it.

But then it makes me feel special again.