Photos: Courtesy of Sheri Segal Glick
?Mommy, what was my first word"? asks my oldest child.
?It was ?Mama.??
?What was my first word"? asks my middle child.
?I think it was ?Mama.??
?What was my first word"? asks my youngest.
?Uh, ?Mama?"?
When my first child was born, I was positive that I would remember his first word (?Mama!?), the day he rolled over for the first time (six weeks") and how old he was when he started to crawl (one-ish"). I didn?t need to write anything down?this was my child. His precious milestones would be engraved in my memory for all time. I remember all kinds of useless stuff (if we were friends in elementary school, there is an 85 percent chance that I still remember your home phone number), so, of course, my excellent brain wouldn?t fail me when it came to something momentous, like my own son. Then I had a daughter and, boy, was she an early roller. I will never forget that day when she was three weeks old and she rolled over on my bed from her back to her tummy. Unless she was rolling from her stomach to her back" Let?s just say that she was doing both?sounds plausible, right" She was very athletic as an infant.

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