Little Bear has been going through a Papi Bear phase lately, but it has always hurt Papi Bear that he doesn’t say “Papi” (or Mama, for that matter). He’ll say it when he’s not around, he’ll say it when he’s gone, but he never says it to him, and that’s what really matters to us.
Today we decided Little Bear would come home from school at 11:30, because it seems that most of his trouble happens in the afternoon. Papi Bear dropped him off at 11:45. I opened the door and Little Bear smiled at me and said, “Hi!” I said, “Papi! He said hi!” Little repeated, “Hi, mama!” and giggled as I took him out of his car seat. I held him up to the window and he pointed at Papi Bear and said, “Papi!”
Me: “Dijo Papi! Lo escuchaste?!”
Papi Bear: “Parece que si, no?”
LB: Papi! Papi!
Papi Bear almost cried. I could see the tears as he said, “Por fin, hijo. POR FIN!”
And then LB proceded to have a complete meltdown because Papi Bear had to go back to work. Five minutes screaming at the door, “PAPI! DADA! NOOOOO!” I opened the door and he ran to the end of the driveway and looked for his Papi, screaming because he wasn’t there. I dragged him back inside and called Papi Bear through FaceTime. I handed Little Bear the phone. Little Bear calmed down. They “conversed” for five minutes and LB kept his own face visible the entire time. When Papi Bear said he had to go, Little Bear said, “Muah, Muah, Muah! Bye Bye!” and blew kisses to his Papi. He didn’t cry at all when he gave it back. He took his milk, went to bed and is now napping happily.
And Mama Bear and Papi Bear are both so happy with their little boy’s new milestone.