Today my 34 month old baby girl read her name for the first time.
She woke up realizing that the heart-shaped hanging-decor in her room has her name on it. This has been in her room even before she was born.
The other day I heard her singing “BINGO.” B-I-N-G-O! B-I-N-G-O! B-I-N-G-O! And Bingo was his name-o!
She sang it over and over again.
Because my ears were ringing with B-I-N-G-O and because I know unless I do something I will continue singing it silently when I would be lying in bed that night, I decided to revise it.
Z-O-E! Z-O-E! Z-O-E! And Zoë is her name-o!
I sang it over and over again while she was screaming “Not Zoë Mama!! BINGO!! BINGO!!”
I forgot about it yesterday at work.
This morning, I was awaken by Zoë’s shriek! “MAMA! MAMA! COME!!”
“God, just five more minutes,” I sleepy murmured to myself while I rolled to my side and dug deeper in the blanket.
When I opened the door to her bedroom, she was sitting in her bed pointing at the heart-shaped decor hanging in her room.
“Look, Mama! Zoë! Z-O-E! The heart is Zoë!”, she said.
I was so secretly thrilled. I woke up immediately.
“Yes, baby. The heart says Zoë.”
Then she looked around her dim room.
“The ticktock (clock which was a personalized gift for her when she was born) ook is Zoë! And that ook is Zoë! Allemaal (everything) Zoë!”
“Yes Zoë! They all say “Zoë”.
Then she started singing “Z-O-E! Z-O-E! Z-O-E! And Zoë is her name-o!” (In the tune of Bingo).
Then came her Papa inside the room. “Your daughter is singing her name!”
“Haha, I know.”