Apparently I’m daddy/dada.
Mind you, so is the toy bunny, television and most other people.
Our darling daughter has decided it’s her word of choice…for now.
Let’s just say I’m definitely not ready for “no”!!
While it may sound cute hearing daddy on repeat, there are times when I long to hear the word mummy.
Although I’ve been told the time will come when I regret that thought.
A few days ago we were having breakfast and I hear daddy for about the 1000th time (slight exaggeration of course), so I tapped my chest and said “mummy”.
The result was both hilarious and exasperating at the same time.
Miss Izzie decided to copy mummy by also tapping her chest and saying “mum mum”.
Trying not to laugh I repeated the whole thing again only for her to point at me and call me dada.
As a stay-at-home mum, I can’t help feeling a little ripped off.
I put hours each day into playing, reading, pushing trikes and preparing food, all I want is to hear that one word.
A good friend of mine has two beautiful girls and I often look to her for advice.
She promises me that soon I’ll be wishing my name wasn’t mummy.
She tells me that mummy is often followed by many questions or sentences, repeated again and again.
The closest I’ve come to hearing mummy is what I can interpret as “yum yum” (see, similar letters), but it’s usually when there’s a mouthful of food involved.
Although there are times I can tell when a rambling of “mum, mum, mum” is going to happen.
Every now and then, more often than not it’s during moments of frustration.
There’s no better way to feel loved than watching your child repeatedly tap a toy or surface and say “mum, mum, mum, mum”.
I guess it’s better than nothing.
Like many mums before me, we all know it’s nothing personal and I must admit I’m pretty proud of the achievement nonetheless.
Another friend had the last laugh when her beautiful little girl decided mum was the better choice and started using mum for her father as well, even yelling it out in public.
We can always rely on kids to keep things lighthearted or embarrassing depending on the situation.
Whether I hear mummy or daddy, there’s no denying that spark of recognition in my daughter’s eyes when she comes to me for cuddles and I’ll never say no to that.
For now I think I’ll just remember to keep repeating “mum, mum, mum” right before my gorgeous girl goes to bed, I swear that’s what her father has done….