At one point I was "mama". For the last few months, I'm just "MOM!". Judah isn't even two yet, shouldn't I get a few more years of the "mama" or "mommy" talk? Although, as if just to make up for it, Judah has the sweetest new "I love you" that I've ever heard.
Starting yesterday, the "MOM!" was replaced.
I am now "MINE."
Yes, like his blanket or car or stuffed animal duck. MINE. I think it's telling of how he views me in his life. He's right. I'm a taken woman. Owned.
And I'm ridiculously proud that I am.