Thursday, March 26, 2015

Mama

A few days ago, something startling happened. While listening to our child whining from her crib about her impending nap on the monitor, we heard something. We both stared at the little white box. And my husband said “I think she just said mama.” Then we heard it again. Definitely. Maybe. "Mama.”

After that it turned into a string of verbiage “Mama. (quieter: ma ma ma ma ma) Mama.” She started doing this again when my husband was watching her while I was at work. He said “Mama’s not here.” And she quietly stared at him, then resumed playing. Or switched to general whining.

At 7 1/2 months old I hesitate to assume this is her first word, her first real clear word. M noises are simple to make and it’s likely just a progression of that… right?

I’ve been struggling lately with my own personal concept of being a good mom. I have never been and organized person. I only cook because I like to eat. I like baking but detest the cleaning that comes after. My “mama” goals for myself include cooking more “homemade” meals, doing laundry more regularly, and cleaning more frequently.

My husband helps by keeping an eye on the baby, feeding the baby etc. while I tend to these chores.

So far, I’ve added two new recipes to my very limited repertoire. But on evenings when I do venture to “cook all the things” it comes with a completely destroyed kitchen. So one improvement makes another thing on my list more difficult. Add a screaming, teething baby and I tend to collapse in a chair and do none of “the things”. 

Mama.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled my baby loves me. I adore holding and cuddling her while she giggles. But I’m tired. And there is a ton of whining and screaming between giggle sessions.

“OK sweetie, repeat after me — Da-da."