Mama’s Girl

Since I’ve been on winter break MM has become attached to me.  Actually ‘attached’ isn’t exactly accurate.  More like joined at the hip.  Everywhere I go, she goes.  

If I’m in the kitchen making her a bottle I will hear the “thump-thump-thump” of her crawling in to see me.  If I’m in the bathroom I’ll hear her banging on the door with her little hands trying to get in.  If I’m sitting on the couch she is sitting on my lap or playing between my feet on the floor.  If I’m in the shower she’ll pull back the curtain to find me.She just can’t let me out of sight or out of touch.

I say at least once a day to C., ‘Wow, she really loves me, doesn’t she?’  And I know how silly this is going to sound, but it’s like for the the first time I’ve come to realize that she knows who I am.  That I am her mother.

Wow.

And boy,  it’s a great feeling.  When they’re little you know that you could leave and they would never remember you.  But now?  Well, she knows me.  When I come into a room her arms instantly go out for me.  When I leave her for a nap she cries for me.  She says, ‘Ma-Ma-Ma’ all day long.

It’s a pretty great feeling.

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