12-9-12

Today may be 12-12-12, but for me, Sunday was a a much bigger day.

Ever since I had my precious little boy, almost three years ago, I had visions of how life would be. First steps, first words. How quickly I learned that the moment you expect something, life likes to throw a wrench in those plans.

Sunday was a day that gave me hope. A day that reminded me all the appointments, all the therapy, all the frustrating moments will be worth it.  I have to trust that one day, whether it be through words or signs, my little man will find his voice.

All it took was one little word. One word to show that he is headed in the right direction. One word to show that progress is being made. One word that means everything to me. For the first time, in his nearly three years {on Saturday, can you believe it?!?!} my little man found the words to call me mama. It wasn't just some random conglomeration of sounds that I tried to convince myself was mama. Clear as day, he ran towards me, crying, "mama, mama, mama"

In that moment, that tiny word, sparked a hope in me that it will get easier. Reassurance that in spite of our rough days, he loves his mama.

That moment, that word, that little boy's love, completes me.