Sunday, July 26, 2009

Omma

Little Bug has been calling me Omma for a long time now, but lately it's become much less of a babble and much more of a deliberate communication. He looks me in the eye when he says it, and I know that he mean me.

Just thinking about it makes my chest constrict a little. Mama, Mommy, Mother, Omma.....it all means the same thing to me.

He needs me. He wants me. I need him. I want him.

Motherhood is like growing up. You don't realize the changes within yourself until you stop and reflect on them. When Little Bug calls me Omma, it reminds me that yes, I am a mother. A pretty good one. Finally.

And that makes me happy.

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