Saturday, October 24, 2009

Stand Alone

Matthew will be eight months old next Wednesday. This means that he is currently seven months old. Say it with me. Altogether now. Seven months old. So, you can imagine my surprise when he let go of me this morning and stood by himself for a good three seconds. He's a professional crawler. He babbles all the live long day. Usually he just has conversations with himself that go like this, "Bababababababababababababababababa! EEEEEEEE! Bababa!" But, the other day, he looked right at me, smiled, and said, clear as a bell, "Mama."

It was a fluke. A lucky babble. I'm not kidding myself. But did it ever melt my heart in an instant. Seriously. And I know, I know, that what he meant was, "You are my mommy. Forever and ever and I love you more than anyone else in the whole wide world." Okay so he totally loves Garrett more than anyone else in the whole wide world and, in his mind, I'm just decent leftovers. But he might as well have thought all those things because in that one instant I would have personally moved the earth if he'd asked me to.

I'm just unclear as to why he thinks it's important to stand on his own. I mean, I'll give it to him, eventually it'll be pretty necessary but now? Now I am perfectly content to haul his chubby bum wherever he needs to go. But he's still insisting on growing up.



  1. ok, since our babies were born only a day apart, I'm going to call them twins.
    your twin has overtaken jack by miles! my twin isn't even crawling yet, and you have a stander! go matthew go!!

  2. Lets just say I are him Mama, now and will always be in his heart no matter what happens but you know as well as the rest of us and God that he belong with you :)
    Love you Lori

    -Michelle D