Since Miss G, our first Safe Families child (that I wrote about here), we were blessed by a visit from Mr. W, Miss RR, and then Miss C. Now C was our toughest little booger yet. I can't quite put my finger on why, but she was exhausting and challenging. C was constantly moving, constantly touching, constantly into something--constant energy and emotion. She was only with us for five days, but I was worn out by the end.
And yet, her little smile was so adorable. I'd be upset with her and then C would grin at me and I couldn't help but melt a little. And she was the first one to call me "Mom."
Look at me, Mom.
Come over here, Mom.
Look at this, Mom.
I'm running, Mom.
Let's read a book, Mom.
(She liked to say "look" a lot.)
Every other sentence: "Mom." Literally. She regularly talked about her "Mommy" at home but I was always "Mom." I tried to reinforce "Miss Jana" but it never happened.
Towards the end of the week (and the end of my rope), it suddenly occurred to me: this is the first little person to ever call me "Mom." Not even Justus has called me Mom yet (at least not on purpose, he says "mamamamam" a lot and it's not particularly directed at me so it doesn't really count). And I looked at the precious little girl in a new way. For five days, I was a Mom to her. What a responsibility; what a privilege.
On her last day with us, I happened to read C's paperwork more carefully and realized that it was her third birthday! While JD was napping, I quickly scrounged up a little birthday celebration. Miss C blew out a Christmas candle (twice, because it was so much fun), ate a chocolate cheesecake bar dessert (that I happened to have in the fridge, thank goodness), and opened up a gift of a necklace & bracelet (that I had picked up as a Christmas gift for Miss RR--praise the Lord!). How special to celebrate her before she left us.
What a crazy, yet lovable, child.
What a learning experience.
What a blessing.
I will forever remember C as the first child to call me Mom.