Firsts

So, another mom that I know threw out the challenge to write a blog about firsts.  There are so many firsts as a mom, I wasn't sure where to start.  Her challenge was to just start writing whatever came into your head, so here goes (I'm assuming if you are reading this you obviously want to know what goes on in my head). 

One of the greatest firsts I can think of is the first time Roy said "Mommy" and he meant me.  Not the first time that he called me Mommy, but the first time he said it and he wasn't talking TO me, but ABOUT me. 

Right after I had Jack, my mother-in-law put together this sort of photo board with all the pictures from Jack's first few days.  On this board there is a picture of Dean with Roy and then a picture of me with Jack.  Now, Roy was all about pointing to Dean and saying "Daddy", but that was it.  And then I see him point to the picture of me and Jack and he said "Mommy".  Well, my eyes welled up with tears - I couldn't believe that he actually knew that the picture of his Mommy was ME!  And then it hit me...I'm someone's mother!  Holy guacamole!  How did this happen?  I cannot be responsible for the development of another human being - I can barely keep myself alive!  And then I remembered that I've been doing it all this time (he was 20 months at the time), and he seems to be turning out reasonably okay.  I don't do it perfectly, but I do the best job that I can.  Of course, the flip side to this is that now I keep wishing that he didn't know that I'm Mommy!  How many times a day do I hear the word Mommy?  6,000 I'll bet - and it's only going to go up once Jack starts talking.  Ah, the joys of motherhood!