Over the weekend, Abbie did something I wasn’t sure she’d do for a while, and it took me completely by surprise.
She said “Mommy.”
Not Ma. Not Mama. Not Mom or “MomDad DadMom” as she often refers to Chris and I. She said Mommy.
Kids say Mommy. Not babies, not toddlers. Kids.
This is where I’m supposed to be all nostalgic, right? The whole “my baby is growing up too fast” and “slow down time” thing right? The truth? I’m not sad at all. I’m so excited. I LOVE that she’s now calling me Mommy. I LOVE that she’s becoming a big kid. I can’t get enough of it, and judging by how much she’s said it over the past few days, she can’t either.
I love that we’re getting closer and closer to Abbie being a big kid, especially given that she’s taken longer than I expected for her to really start talking to us. I cannot get enough of big kid Abbie – she’s who I’ve been waiting for. Sure, it’s amazing to have an infant and fun to have a toddler, but I’m ready for the bigger stuff.
I’m ready our mother-daughter relationship to really grow. I want to know what her favorite color is (I’m pretty sure it’s pink). I want to hear her tell me a joke and giggle hysterically. I’m ready for her to tell me what she does at daycare all day. I’m ready for her to tell me what snacks she wants at the store, if she wants to do brownies or dance or soccer. I’m ready for the incessant “why” phase I know is headed my way. I’m ready to play Legos or Barbies and for late night conversations about anything and everything.
I’m ready for your big kid phase little bug, whenever you are. Here’s to “Mommy” and all the big things to come with it.