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Do you remember the first time your child(ren) called you "mommy?" I can't recall the exact moment my son did, but he is now a "mama" speaking machine. And hearing him address me with the name never gets old. (Ok, maybe it does when he says it over and over and over again in a needy, whiny voice.) But even then, hearing that sweet boy call me "mama" is one of the sweetest sound …

My son is at that stage. At least, I hope it's just a stage. That stage where he needs me. Every. Second. Of. The. Day. He can't even talk yet but his gestures and his sweet facial expressions tell me when he feels sad, or scared or lonely. I finally understand all of those mothers who talk about the joy of using the bathroom by themselves. I get it. I totally get it! …

Since babies are known for their cuteness, I was worried that mine wouldn't live up to that expectation. Now that he is here and a year has passed since his birth, I wake up every day and see him as the most beautiful being to ever exist. I am constantly reminding myself that he is, in fact, mine. How I got so lucky I am not sure. What I am sure of is that my baby is perfection …