Timothy has started calling me "mommy". Not "mama", or "up", or "moh?". Mommy. That's me!!! I'm the mommy! Who knew that one little word could change my whole identity in such a beautifully profound way?
The first time he said it, and every time I've heard it since, my heart just swells to bursting. Sort of like the Grinch. You know, at the end of the story...
"And what happened then...?
Well...in Who-ville they say
That the Grinch's small heart
Grew three sizes that day!"
I'm his mommy. No one else but me.