"I want my Mommy"

That is the greatest sound ever. I have heard my sweet baby say that since she could talk. It's strange to say it's the greatest sound ever because it is a sound only heard when she is in need, and often in pain. But for some reason, it brings tears to my eyes when I replay it in my mind. Maybe because I know I am needed, someone really needs me, someone feels like I am the only way to feel better or comforted at a certain time. Maybe it's because I know I can help, through time I have learned that when I hear those words, I can do something. Usually it's just a hug and rubbing her head, or singing "her song" softly in her ear. But I know I can help.

The most recent "I want my Mommy" event was yesterday when our sweet baby girl (I know, she's almost 4, but she is still our baby) had her tonsils out. She needed it done, she's needed it done for a while. It didn't make it any easier to actually have it done. They wheeled her away with a hug and a kiss and an I love you and of course a smile.

The next we see her she is waking up from being put out and is crying "I want my Mommy". My heart sinks as I see the tears in her eyes. I climb up on her hospital bed and do what a Mommy does best; comfort her, take her mind off what is bothering her (the IV at this point) and make her feel love. It works, it hasn't failed me yet. And thus, I love being a Mommy. And through the tough times of her life, I pray she will always cry out to me "I want my Mommy".