You and Sylus fight over your daughter’s first words—well, what her first words are going to be, at least.
Sylus had bet you that she’ll say ‘dada’ first. “Statistically speaking, the d sound is easier for babies to make.”
Whereas, of course, you want her first word to be ‘mama.’ As you never fail to remind him, “I’m the one whose body did all the work.” It’s only fair.
So it begins. You spend entire days just talking to your daughter. ‘Mama’ this, ‘mama’ that. Though, you only get her giggles in return, just toothless smiles and squinted eyes. She understands, but unluckily, no words.
Your combined competitiveness truly shines whenever you and Sylus are both in the room with her. Not a moment of silence. Or peace.
“Baby, look at mama! Ma-ma!” You coo, pushing Sylus’s face out of her view.
“No, princess, don’t listen to mama. Look over here,” in a voice so uncharacteristically sweet and high in pitch.
You nearly think that Sylus will have his way. It’s exactly what he wants you to think.
Until one night, by simply passing by the nursery where Sylus was doing bedtime duty, you hear something so unexpected, never-imaginable coming from his voice.
“One more time for me princess, ma-ma. See my mouth, Ma. Like that.”
And she almost gets it. You make it the closest that you can get to the open door without being seen, before hearing a quiet and almost incomprehensible “ma” in your daughter’s voice.
Because this has what Sylus has been doing all along behind your back. During bathtime, in between spoonfuls of soft food, and now before bed, Sylus has only put your name before his. You were going to get what you wanted either way.
At this point, he wouldn’t even be surprised if your daughter didn’t know what name to call him at all. Which is fine. After all, it is your body that did all the work.
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