for this i have prayed

I am not a patient woman. Not even close. It is one of my many flaws. I want what I want - - - like yesterday.

God is working on me, though, and becoming a mom has taught me many {MANY} lessons about patience, following His plan, and letting go.

What I have not been able to quell, no matter how hard I try, is my desire for Reese to say “Mama.” I need him to say it. Not I want it, but I honestly need to hear it. It isn’t enough that he lights up when I walk in a room, or smothers my face in wet sloppy kisses. I yearn to hear him say “Mama.”

Last night after dinner, we were playing in the living room. Reese was running back and forth from me to Lofton, soaking in some double parent time. I scooped him up in my lap and {as I do every night} started peppering him with questions. Always the teacher, I suppose.

“Who am I?”
“What’s my name?”
“Can you say Mama?”

Low and behold, that sweet child grabbed my face, looked me dead in the eyes and said “Mama.” Thank you, thank you , thank you! Lofton clapped like a mad man and I welled up with tears {of course}. Reese then said it again. Obviously he was reassuring me that the first time was not a fluke.

He may not say it again for a while, and if he doesn’t that’s okay. I think God knew I’d been worrying myself sick over this little mute man and so he was trying to throw me a bone. For now, I’m satisfied.

And- - - we have a new trick to share:

We can drink from a straw! He's got mad skills.