And then she kissed me and mended my broken heart….

Someone once said that the essence of being a mother is to have your heart broken and glued back together again a million times a day. Or perhaps I just made that up on the spot, I don’t know.

But anyhow. Today I had my heart broken into a thousand tiny little pieces.

This is the culprit:

 

My lovely n°2.

She is my baby. My tiny perfect, funny, adorable baby. And that is what I have always called her : Babygirl. She is my Babygirl. My youngest child, my precious, my little bundle of joy.

I called her Babygirl from the moment she was born and she has always responded enthusiastically when I called her that, with a hug and kiss, because – young as she may be – she understands that she is indeed mama’s baby.

 

Until this morning.

This morning she broke my heart.

When I dressed her and asked: ‘what does my Babygirl want to wear today?’ (She may not yet be two but that child has a fashion sense to rival Alexa Chung’s) instead of the usual ‘skirty’ I got : ‘No mama, not Babygirl. Girl’.

* blink blink*

‘Are you not mama’s Babygirl?’

‘No, Girl’.

* My heart breaks. It sound a bit like the shattering sound of a thousand fine Venetian crystal goblets breaking at once*

 ‘Mama’s Girl!’

And with that she used the magical superglue that is a toddler hug and kiss and my heart was mended again.

Until tomorrow morning of course, then she’ll probably sledgehammer it into the ground by declaring that she prefers her papa.

9 thoughts on “And then she kissed me and mended my broken heart….

  1. My son suddenly refused to call me Mama at about 20 months. Mom-MEE! he said. Then one day it went from Mommy to just Mom. Each time, he never turned back. And each time I was a little sad too.

    I love your blog. And even though you are thousands of miles from me here in Los Angeles, I have tagged you for a Liebster Award on my blog and listed a link to your site. I hope you’ll accept it as I did. Here’s where you can find the details. http://www.notmymomsblog.com/2012/07/big-helping-of-steak-and-liebster.html
    Best, and keep blogging! Kim

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