Just a bit ago, Brady started to call me ‘Mamma’ for the first time…
He was perfectly capable of saying it all along, as ‘Mamma’ was one of his very first words. But he decided, from the beginning, that I was ‘Dadda’. He said my name that one time and then decided to go months before saying it again. I didn’t think it was a big deal until that first time he looked up at me with big eyes, snuggled up close to me, and said, ‘Mamma.”
And my heart still melts every…single… time. Hundreds of times a day. All day… Sometimes at 1am. But even if he calls out for me maybe 20 times too often, I still love hearing my name on his lips. It’s precious! (And maybe sometimes a bit maddening… But the preciousness always outweighs the insanity).
Except for on ‘those days’… There are always ‘those days’ during which I’ve just had enough, and I have to send the hubby and toddler to the store for creamer. Or paper towels. Or play-doh, because we’re obviously having a play-doh emergency that needs to be resolved immediately. Basically anything to get them out of the house, so that I can sit down in peace for 15 minutes.
I do have Brady trained pretty well though. He calls out “Dadda” whenever he makes a poopy diaper! LOL!
Making time for myself definitely took on a bit of a priority this past summer, because I realized that -sometimes – I need it. I’m not talking, “Oh, it would be nice to have a bit of time for myself” type situations. I’m talking, “People will get hurt if I don’t have ten minutes to breathe.”
(Have you seen the Tshirts that say, “I bake, because punching people is frowned upon?” My Tshirt would say, “I have mommy time, because we can’t afford to lock me up if I go crazy). :). I just need it sometimes. Gone are the days when I felt guilty about scheduling it. I realize now that it’s a healthy part of my functioning as a good mom and wife.
So much so that Nate sometimes senses my exhaustion (#crabbiness) and schedules mommy time for me! Ha! But he gets it. If I have time to myself (OR time with a close friend), I come back recharged and much more patient.
So he was ALL in favor of me going away for a couple of nights with my sister, when she suggested that we enjoy a girl’s getaway. It’s something that Sarah and I have done annually, although it’s the first time doing it since Brady was born. Yes, this will be the first time that I leave my baby boy behind for more than 7 hours…
As you read this, I’ll actually be driving home; but as I write this, I’m packing to leave my guys for those two nights. My sister and I are headed out on our trip to Vermont, and I couldn’t be MORE excited. And MORE devastated. 😉
My heart literally hurts at the thought of leaving my little guy behind for two nights. But at the same time, I know that I’ll come home rested and refreshed. I SO need this! And I know it’s going to be FUN and pampering!!
But, wow, hearing ‘Mamma’ is going to be pretty amazing after having gone without hearing it for so long!