Last night I had one of the more precious moments of my mothering career. We were putting the kids in bed. I'm nursing Patience on one arm and directing bedtime traffic with the other when all of a sudden this little hand taps me on the arm and a quiet little voice says "mom, mom". I look down to see my sweet Benjamin looking up at me with deep thought in his eyes. I ask him what he needs and with wonder and curiosity he asks "mom, what you name?"......
Lets back up for a minute and say that until about 3 months ago Ben didn't really talk. He finally began saying words several months ago but true conversation just came in the last month and boy did it come in a mighty way... Gushing forth in grand proportions. It's like everything he's wanted to know but couldn't ask or talk about has come bursting out the last few months. He asks me a thousand questions a day and I answer with deep deep joy knowing my boy can finally speak and express his heart and mind.
Anyway, back to this moment last night. He looks up with his gorgeous blue eyes and his curious little face and says "mom, what you name?". To which I reply "Tarrah".
At that moment he looks off and smiles and with satisfaction in his voice he says "Tarrah, my Mommy Tarrah" and gives me the most precious hug I'm certain I've ever had.
My heart is so full!