So today started just like so many other truely happy days. Woke up to Turner calling for Mama. We ate breakfast together while watching the best of Sesame St. We got dressed and headed to Becky's house. The kids played, the mommies painted and talked, a good start to any day.
We all had lunch together, how great to look around the table at faces I adore? Then Turner and I went home. He fell asleep on the way, which gave me a quiet moment to talk to my favorite Aunt. I carried my sleeping angel up the stairs and tucked him in. He slept and I cooked homade spaghetti for my honey's supper.
I got a call from Nikki. It makes my day when she calls from work. She misses me just like I miss her. Turner woke up and we played in the back yard for hours. We even called Mimi K and he talked up a storm. After he almost fell asleep in the swing we came in just in time to catch a call from Tunia and Booyah. Have I mentioned before how much I love my mom and dad?
Capped the phone calls off with a conversation about absolutely nothing with my sister. This is my favorite way of talking with Tabba. Not rushed, not about anything important, but just talking, being sisters. Could my day get any better?
Well, low and behold, in through the front door walks the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. No not Mathew Mc.Conhehay or Johnny Depp. Brad- big, strong, and a little dirty- I personally go nuts for how he looks after a long day of work. Me and the men in my life sit down to dinner together as a family .
So today I have spent time with friends, played with my baby boy, talked to all of the ppl I love but can't visit everyday, and been thrilled to see my husband come home safe from work. My cup runneth over,but it gets so much better. Right after supper and watering the roses Turner is climbing in my lap and I ask him to say Mommy. I ask this everyday and everyday he smiles and says Mama. He can say or repeat anything but has never had the inclination to call me Mommy. But today he named me his Mommy! It is the sweetest thing I have ever heard. I wanted him to call me mommy from the get go but it didn't happen. Brad calls me Mama and Turner followed suit.
Brad is not wild about "mommy". He says it makes him sound like a baby. Hello, is he not still a baby? But he already wants him to be a tough boy, not a mama's boy. I understand, but I have a right to be Mommy if only for a short time. I know he'll out grow "mommy" then I'll be Mama again then down to Mom. Does the shortening of our name correlate to their lessening need of us? It doesn't matter because I am Mommy right now and so blessed to be such.
I have been doing some thinking, I know, watch out that could be dangerous. But my thinking goes like this: Women are born with X amount of eggs. Period the end, you don't get more. So these eggs are with us from birth. To which I take to mean that Turner has been with me all my life. Or at least what was to become Turner. I love this idea. He has been mine since I became my mother's. Is this why it took so long for me to realize that he was actually a seperate person from me? I didn't leave him ever, not for a single minute til he was 3 months old and my mom, dad and sister kept him for an hour. I was terrified. But he survived and didn't even miss me.
So he has always been a part of me. I hope I will always be a part of him. I hope he doesn't out grow me. I don't care what he calls me, so long as he keeps calling me.
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