I thought it would be a couple more years before this happened, but here we are at a month shy of two: Koala came home from gan today calling me אמא (Ima).
He’s been calling me Mama this whole time, and maybe I prompted this myself; last night out of the blue I asked him, ‘Mi zot Ima?’ and he answered, ‘Mama.’
I don’t blame him; when all us mommies come to the door to get the kids from gan, all the kids run over and shout through it, Ima! Ima! in a little chorus. Except my little Anglo Koala who can be heard a little more quietly from the back – Mama!
But I guess not anymore.