I can’t even express how sweet it is when she walks (tumbles) towards me with her hands up and lays her head on my knees and says (in the sweetest voice you can ever imagine) “mama”! I have been waiting for this day forever!
Chris has been able to experience this pleasure for the bulk of the last 10 months. It was the same with Noah.
Despite the fact that I felt, as the one who carried them for 9 months, fed them for the first year, and spent every waking and sleeping moment with them, I was entitled to be the first word. not so..
I must admit, I had been quite envious of Chris’s place in our children’s vocabulary.
Until this one day. :) I thought I'd share the story...
Eden’s first sign (an open hand to the forehead) at around 4-5 months was “Dada”! her first word (despite my constant teaching of how to say and sign mama) was “Dada.”
When she hears his voice on the phone, sees a picture of him, watches him walk through the door, falls down, gets hurt, and many times just spontaneously as she looks around the room she would pop her hand to her forehead and squeal, “Dada”!
I immediately said, “Precious sweetheart, Dada is at work. Can you say “Mama”?
She immediately answered with a smile, “Dada!”
As I was getting in the front seat, Noah said, “Mama, do you think Eden says Dada all the time because she can see the face of her real Dada in heaven?”
See that you do not look down on these little ones, for their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven! Matthew 18:10
Maybe every time she sees Chris and hears his voice she is reminded of the voice of the One who spoke her in to existence. Maybe the light of the sun reminds her of the light of the face of her Father who watched her and cared for her in my tummy.
Maybe his hands remind her of the hands of the One who knit her together and holds her even now.
Maybe all of these everyday wonders should remind me of the same and force me to sing out moment by moment for my real “Dada” like Eden does. J
Maybe every time I feel love it should remind me of the real perfect love of my real perfect Dada.
And every time I feel pain I should be reminded that Jesus took the worst pain, the punishment due our sins on the cross when God the Father turned His face away from His little boy, so He would never have to turn His face away from me.
Maybe no matter how big I get or how independent I feel, my heart was hard wired for “Dada,” to always run to God with my arms up, in complete realization of my total dependence, not needing anything else.
And as I cry to HIM, no matter what my day looks like, my joy and peace, my beauty and my praise will be firmed and secured in the arms of the One who is always present and will never ever be shaken- “Dada.”
Maybe these are the words for which we were made.
For by the Spirit we cry out, “Abba, Daddy, Father.” Romans 8:15