Look. Except off her two year old tongue, it’s “Yook”, and it’s adorable. “Yook, Mama” is a phrase I hear all. day. long.
But I love it. Because “Yook” shows me that her world is based on mine. That her stories aren’t really experienced until she has shared them with me. That I am her safe place, her real home, regardless of location...and we often change locations.
Look doesn’t just mean “see with eyes”. For her, it means “be here with me”. It means “is this real?” It means “I want to walk this moment with your full attention”.
Oh, I get that feeling. How we want the attention, not just to show off or be recognized for extra special achievement. Just to be seen. Really seen, that someone knows a new detail of our hearts and doesn’t run screaming. That they see us cry over whatever our personal equivalent of spilled milk would be, and they smile and help us clean it up, because for us, it actually does matter.
And her big sister? She doesn’t ask me to look, but gives looks. I know that face and I can tell, down to the detail, when she is embarrassed, fearful, unsure, smiling-on-purpose, and can’t-help-smiling. She looks at my face to determine whether life is still okay. And in my look, I can settle their world down again, redefine their sense of belonging and self, and accept all of us for exactly who we are.
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