If I counted the number of times Noah said âmummyâ in a day, Iâm pretty sure I wouldnât get past ten, not because he doesnât say it very often, but because I would be so busy tending to him that I would have lost track of the number pretty quickly. (Also because my memory is similar to that of a goldfishâs, especially when it comes to numbers, but thatâs not the point here.) Anyway, I was feeling a little sentimental, and wrote this poem while waiting for him to wake up this morning.Â
When You Call Me âMummyâÂ
When you call me âmummyâ I remember the times I wondered if I would ever have a child of my own I remember the times we thought we would lose you and I remember the relief I felt when I saw you for the very first time
When you call me âmummyâ I remember how you said âpapaâ first I remember trying to teach you to say âmamaâ and I remember the grin on your papaâs face each time you said âpapaâ instead of âmamaâ
When you call me âmummyâ I remember how thrilled I was when you finally said âmamaâ I remember your first smile and I remember the first time we heard you laugh when I was changing you out of your romper
When you call me âmummyâ I realise I donât remember when you started calling me âmummyâ instead of âmamaâ I realise how grown up you seem when you say âmummyâ instead of âmamaâ and I wish you would call me âmamaâ again sometimes, just so that I could keep you little
When you call me âmummyâ I think of the way your eyes light up when you see me I think of the way you run into my arms and I cherish the way it feels to have your arms wrapped tightly around my neck as you hug me
When you call me âmummyâ I think about how I can often make you collapse in a fit of giggles just by looking at you I think about how you give me your cheekiest smile when Iâm angry with you and I remember how much I miss you sometimes when youâre taking a long nap (Yes I know it sounds crazy)
When you call me âmummyâ I remember how frustrated I feel when I canât even be in the toilet alone for five seconds I remember how miserable I feel when I canât get you to eat and I try to remember that you WILL outgrow these phases, and that I will probably miss having you follow me around everywhere
When you call me âmummyâ I know that you want me to give you some attention I know that you need ME, and not anyone else and I know that you love me, though not as much as I love you
When you call me âmummyâ I thank God for your cute little voice I thank God for your sweet and gentle nature and I thank God for giving me you, my precious baby boy
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