Never take for granted the gift of speech. All of us who have words are blessed. We can communicate to others our pain, our hunger, our distress, our joy and our gratitude.
My favourite word is Mummy! I will not get tired of hearing it. Mummy!
My children don’t say it enough. And at one point they didn’t say it at all. I think I cried the first time my son coyly called to me as Mummy. You see my son has had delays in his speech and as such is only just getting accustom to words. He called me Daddy for way too long and my daughter being the rebel that she is decided to follow in her beloved brother’s footstep. Apparently Daddy or Dada is easier to say than Mummy. So for the longest while I answered to Daddy too. And then one day it clicked. And I was Mummy! Yeah.
So even though I feel despair because he lost a tooth and I didn’t even know it was loose. ( I am sure he didn’t know the words to tell me) Much less if he spit it out or swallowed it. I wouldn’t give into the despair because tonight he said I love you Mummy