He Finally Said Mama

It just wasn't to me.

In fact, it wasn't to a person at all. 

He says dada.  He says baby.  We think he sometimes says something that vaguely resembles "grandpa" and/or "grandma."  So, he has figured out how to address most of the important people in his life.

But when it comes to me?  No.  I have no name.  I'm kind of lumped in with all the random things like milk, Mickey Mouse, and others to which he refers as "dwah."  Someone explain that to me, please.

Based on this information, you can probably guess that when I actually heard him say "mama" a few days ago, I was ecstatic.  Finally, I would have some recognition and all of that sweet joy that people say you feel when you hear your child say your name.

So, imagine my disdain when I discovered that the "mama" to which he referred was not me at all.

It was his binky.

Seriously, little boy?

I thought it could be a fluke.  But no.  In the past week or so, it has become quite apparent that "ma," "mama," and "MA!MA!MA!MA!" are all his various words for the silly pacifier.

He's loved the thing since he was very tiny, and we've gone through dozens of them, but I have to admit - I was not prepared for my title to be usurped by something as trite as this.  I strongly considered chucking the whole lot of them in the garbage.

This thing is not your mama.

I guess I should look on the bright side.  At least it's a word that - while incorrect - is actually useful for him to know.  It's a lot easier to calm him down when I actually know what he is begging me to give him.

One of these days, he'll figure it out.

Until then, I'll just keep waiting.  My time will come.

If it's not soon, though....that binky collection had better watch out.  That's all I'm saying.