not-the-mama, not-the-mama

I’m pretty sure that my daughter just looked at me and said, “Becca”.

THAT’S MY NAME.

Now, I was the only one around to hear it,

and yeah, there’s that whole,

she doesn’t know how to talk, yet, thing,

but I swear,

she looked at me,

smack in the eyes,

and called me by my name.

It’s not “Mama”, but I’ll take it!