A little over a month ago I
whined wrote about how L decided to make “dada” his first word despite my best efforts. Since then I went through the 6 stages of grief.
First there was Shock-“What.Was.That?”
Then there was Denial– “No, I think he said “baba” not “dada”, because there’s no way he could possibly say “dada” first.’
After Denial there was Anger– ‘What the Fuck??!?! I’ve have spent hours trying to get him to say “mama”! I ruined my vag and I pee my pants on a regular basis, the LEAST he could do is say “mama” first. He owes me that much!”
Then came Bargaining–“Come on L, just say ‘mama’ one time, I promise when you are 16 I’ll buy you a car. Pleeeeease!”
Then Depression– *sob sob* “L must love A more than me. I must be a terrible mother” *sob sob*
And finally Acceptance- It’s ok, he doesn’t even no what he’s saying it’s just a sound. He’ll say “mama” when he’s ready.
Once I finally came to terms with it, he suddenly said “mama”. Last night we were at swimming lessons and we were practicing blowing bubbles when suddenly he said “mama”. Now there’s about 100 screaming kids crammed in this enclosed pool area, needless to say it’s incredibly noisy. I wasn’t sure he really said it, but then he kept saying it. I was so excited! Yesterday rocked!