It came as a huge shock. The first time my baby girl uttered the word “Mummy”.
Unresponsive [in fact, completely oblivious] at first, it eventually hit me and in a most cliche way, I even went as far as a double-take. As odd as it may sound [and it’s not as if I hadn’t been called a multitude of names prior], this was my rude awakening. This precious little being was talking to none other than me. Myself. And I.
Nothing could prepare me for this moment. Quick to learn that selective hearing doesn’t wash with tenacious toddlers, I had no choice but to respond. With zeal. Continue reading “The Mummy v Me Wars”