I have been asking Rowan to say "ma ma ma ma ma" for months. I have been anxiously awaiting acknowledgment that he knows who I am. I thought for some reason that that acknowledgment would only come with his ability to say my name. But I was so wrong. I *know* that he knows me. I can see it in the the way he reaches for me now when someone else is holding him and by the scream he lets out as he kicks his legs when I go in to his room in the morning or when I come through the door after being out for a little while (all of which are new-ish developments).
But he proved that he knows that I am his mommy this week when he leaned over and very gently put his lips on mine. It was a deliberate kiss. I haven't gotten once since, but you know what-- that's okay. Only giving out the occasional kiss makes them that much more special. I don't think hearing my name will feel as wonderful as the kiss did. I will never forget how my heart skipped a beat.
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