Oh the joys of an 8 month old baby boy testing his Mother's authority and trying to get his way...The crying, the screaming, the absolute headache that comes with it. Add to this, a wee bit of teething and you have a cocktail mix for a migraine like no other.
This is how it's been for days. My perfect little Angel has become spoiled by the coddling and now that I've realized it and have to break this, he has found a new way to make me coddle him. He spoke. His first word ever was almost muffled by a tantrum of tears. He looked clear into my eyes and said "Mama". Oh how my little heart broke. I wanted to scoop him up and smother him with kisses and love, but I held strong. I said praised him! Oh how I praised him! But the snuggles had to wait until he had calmed himself down.
I spent all of this morning repeating "Mama" to him, hoping to hear that beautiful word uttered again, but no, it is apparently not needed to be said just yet. And here I am again, listening to the cries of my baby Shamrock begging to be spoiled. Good grief how it tears at my heart to hear him, but I know this is for the best and if I go to him, he will know he has won and he is the boss.
Ahh... finally, silence. No shrieks of terror, not squeals of "come here to me!" just the little beads rattling in his toys. Now is the time...I can go to him and lavish him with all the love I feel, because even though he hasn't said it again, that one word, was all it takes to melt me, and I'll wait forever to hear it again...
