Just for grins today, I decided to count how many times I hear the word "Mommy" in a day. I didn't start counting until 9:39am (that happened to be the time on my car clock), which was already almost two hours into my day with Jackson. Yes, he doesn't get up until Katie leaves for school. Lucky me!
By 9:39am, I am estimating he had already said "Mommy" about 50 times. Honestly. He was mad at me for taking a shower, and whined "Mommy" a LOT. And also during breakfast when he argued with me over which type of cereal he wanted to eat. However, I'm not counting those 50. I didn't start counting until 9:39am.
By 9:59am, when we were back in the car after a quick stop at Wal-Mart, I was already up to 82.
By naptime at 1:15pm, the count was 212.
I'm not sure my brain can continue counting for the rest of the day. Between the incessant "Mommy" and the thoughts that are always already swirling through my consciousness, it's hard to remember to keep counting. So I'm going to call it quits at 212. At the park, my friend Michelle told me I shouldn't count anyway. It'll just depress me.
Can you guess what Jackson's very first word was, when he was just 10 months old? Yes, it was "Mama." It was music to my ears, and I celebrated the milestone. Now, just 19 months later, it is still a beautiful sound. But, honestly? 212 repetitions of ANYTHING can be a little deflating.
Thank God for naptimes and silence in the house.