For over a month now, Matthew has been saying over and over throughout the day…..
Not a huge surprise. He called me mommy almost right from the start.
He says it so much–as he walks through the house, while playing. He doesn’t say it in a questioning manner or like he is calling to me. It is a statement, a mantra.
What is it, Buddy?
What do you need? I have responded.
He never gives me a definite answer. But minutes later, I hear….
At a loss, the other day, I finally just answered…..
And he beamed at me. Mommy, he repeated. Matthew, I responded. I finally found the response he was looking for. He didn’t need food, water, help or toys. Just an affirmation. Yes, I am mommy. Yes, you are Matthew.
So we do this throughout the day.
Yes, I say, and he rubs my face, Yes, I am mommy.
But what he is hearing is more than just the words. This is an affirmation for him. Before, Mommy was just a word. A new, foreign word that meant ME–this woman who was suddenly around all the time. But now he is realizing Mommy means love. Mommy means a safe place. Mommy is forever. And he likes to be reassured about this throughout the day.
Mommy. Matthew. Forever.
Repeat as needed.