First words are so special – something that melts your heart and you realize that what your child just said must be something so important, so impressioned on her as a symbol of love, she just has to call it by name.
I am laying on the bed with Bella this morning. Our kitty Boxer is up with us on the comforter purring. It’s 7:15 – Sam had to work early this morning so Bella and I are just hanging out in my room.
She begins patting grabbing and pinching the poor kitty as I teach her to gently pat. “Pat the kitty, pat. Nice kitty. No, Bella, no! Be gentle with the kitty.”
She continues to squeal and bang him with her fists. He tries to get away but I hold him in my arms as she isn’t hurting him – he just really hates her loud, excited shrieks. I say to her, “Do you love your kitty?”
“Kittay,” she babbles.
I pause in shock. I mean, there is no, “Well, it kinda sounded like kitty but it could have been kaha or baba.” It was kitty. Plain as day. I gave her tons of kisses and tried to get her to say it again to no avail. I’m bummed Sam missed it but am so excited to tell him when he gets home.
So there we have it. “Kittay.” The most important part of my child’s life. Perhaps “mama” or “dada” will follow – maybe after “peas” or “diaper cream”? Those seem to be just as critical to her in daily life as the kitties.