There is so much to a name. And Mama is my favorite. Two and half years ago, Liam came into this world, and I was officially a mother. It's my best & most important title. The one I treasure most. The only one I need. And then he started toddling around and actually calling me "Mama"; one of the sweetest sounds! No matter how many times Liam said it on any given day, I never tired of hearing it.
And then slowly & sadly, it turned to "Mommy." It made the baby stage feel over, and as if we were embarking on some new era. Yet, somehow it felt like a new milestone in motherhood. I was one of the mommies. One of the many women with some snot wiped on her jeans & an endless bag of snacks on hand at all times. We've been in the "Mommy" stage for awhile, and I'm just now settling into it. But every so often, Liam still throws out the "Mama"... Usually when he's sad or tired. And instantly I am brought back to those early days. When his sweet breath always smelled liked mama's milk & his hand was so small it could only grasp a couple of my fingers. I hope he holds on to the "Mama" for a just a bit longer. I'm not ready to let go of it.
But once again, we are slowly heading towards a new name. Usually on his feisty days. "Mom". I'm not a fan. It's quick, it's short, & there is never a singsongy voice to it. It doesn't feel right yet. We can't possibly be there. Moms drive carpool. Moms coach soccer. Moms make school lunches. Nope, that's not me. Not yet! But occasionally, after time spent with older kids, that's what he calls me. But since it's from the mouth of the one who made me a mother, it still makes me smile. But little boy, let's just hold onto the "Mama" for a bit longer. Hold onto to it tight!
On a completely unrelated note, Liam was being adorable bouncing around in Finn's crib while Conor & I did some work in the nursery. I love these pictures I captured while having the opportunity to play around in manual mode.