One of the greatest thrills in motherhood is to hear your babbling baby finally associate the word “Ma” to your face, and to hear him call out, “Mama”.
Unfortunately, I haven’t had the chance to experience this thrill the third time yet. At 15 months, Nat has called out to the birds at the park, the cars on the road, and even those Moove Media cows in the fields.
He’s called his father…
He’s said “Ah Ma“…
He’s called Gong Gong…
We’ve even heard him say Che Che twice with Becks…
He’s called Ben “Kor Kor” (one of the first few words he’s said) and says it like a hundred times a day. They are best buds now, and hang out together ever so often.
But when I ask him to say, “Mama”, he either gives me the silent treatment or goes korkorkorkor on me. -_-
I hope Mama’s still your favourite person, Nat! Call me soon, ok?
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