William said "mama" today. It wasn't like on TV or in the movies when a baby says a big, fat, emphatic "mama!" and slams his fist on his highchair tray. William's voice was so quiet I could have missed it. His grandma was playing with him and I was checking my e-mail during a quick break.
He said mama? He said mama! We hesitated, not sure if the quiet expression should be counted as a word or just babbling.
Am I really a mama? For a season I am. But then I will be a mommy, and then a mom, and eventually I will be (gasp) a mother.
As in, "My mother just called and she wants to know if we can drive down for the weekend. What do you think?"
I will relish these mama days for as long as they last.