My sweet little L is 20 months old.
At 9 months old, she said “Dada” for the first time. She loved saying Dada, all the time. Still does. We tried from that point on to get her to say “Mama”. She’s stubborn that one, and a little bit mean. Our conversations would go like this:
Me: “L – who is that?” (pointing at her Dad)
L: “Dada!!!!!” – with so much enthusiasm you’d think she just won the Stanley Cup.
C (fiance): “L – who is that? (pointing at me).
L: (A big devilish grin) – shakes her head “no”.
Fast forward a little bit, and they slightly changed.
Me: “L, who is that?”
Me: “What does a _______ say?” (Insert cow, dog, cat, monkey, frog, snake, duck, horse, bird, lion, etc. – she knows them all!)
L: She would answer any of the above correctly and with enthusiasm.
Me: “L, can you say Mama?”
L: Looks at me, devilish grin, and says “Dada”.
Uggh. I mean seriously what does a Mom have to do to get a “Mama” in this house? I feed you, bathe you, read to you, play with you, change your poopy diapers, etc. (Granted, Dad does those things too, but come on!). Then that little sly grin and saying Dada. It’s like she knew it was slowly breaking my heart that from ages 9 months to 20 months (that’s a whole damn 11 months!) I kept longing to hear that word, and she thought it was hilarious that I was getting depressed about it. She would actually laugh after saying “Dada” and seeing my face. What a nice girl I have.
I am pleased to say though, that Sunday night, after 11 months of heartbreak, my daughter said “Mama”. I was having the worst day. Just all around awful, but not worth getting into details over. So I’m lying on the couch just counting down the minutes until bedtime, when she’s trying to get my attention. I’m so out of it (not due to a fault of my own) so I’m only half paying attention. Then I hear it…. “Mama!!!”.
She didn’t just say it – she shrieked it. With a smile, and a running jumping hug, and a cuddle with an “Awww” attached to it.
The girl who was breaking my heart for 11 months, just made my entire life with one word.
Now she won’t stop saying it.
I might regret longing for this down the road.