I’ve entered a new phase of parenthood, or, rather, my daughter has entered a new phase in her development: talking.
Granted, she’s been babbling for a while. I believe her first comprehensible phrase when she was around 5 or 6 months was, “No, Cricket!” imitating what me and her daddy say when our cat is being naughty. And she’s been stringing words together here and there ever since:
“I don’t want it!”
“Mama, where are you?”
And now, at 19 months, her speech is developing at such a fast rate that she repeats everything she hears, which means we have to really watch what we say.
Then, a few weeks ago, she spoke the words that I think every parent lives for.
And they made me melt. Did she understand what she was saying? Probably not. But I’m going to hold on to that “wuv” for the rest of my life.