I was already in bed last night but the husband was still watching the news. Now, it is an unwritten rule in our house that everybody goes to bed before ten even the adults. I have been waiting for a while and still no sign of him so started calling for his name which made him come to our room and told me he will be in bed after watching the news. He then went back to the living room.

I didn’t know the little man was still up so I was surprised when he got up from his bed (he sleeps in his crib in our room) and started yelling Pau! Pau! (for Paul). It took me a while to realize he was calling his father’s name. He was yelling so loud to get his attention and I couldn’t help but laugh so hard. He sounded like he meant business too. Our little man is so funny. I realized last night that i have to watch the words I use in front of him because he is starting to mimic every word he hears.

The little man seldom calls for mama. It is always Dada, Dadi, Daddy. I taught him of course and the husband calls me mama so his son will follow. But it seems like it is easier to call his father because just one word and the latter runs to his son’s side asking what is wrong. No, he is not a first time father, he is just like that with his kids.

One morning though, I was still in bed sleeping when the little man woke me up. Or tried to. Of course mama didn’t listen. She was still so sleepy. After about thirty minutes of trying to wake me up he started saying Mama over and over and pulled the cover off me. I let it went on for a while savoring the moment Now, I am not a bad mother but when you seldom hear your son calling for you, I am sure you understand.

I got up with a big smile on my face. What a good thing to start my day. I knew with a little push he eventually will call for me and I was right. Mission accomplished!