The apartment was filled with the soft glow of late afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows, casting gentle shadows on the cozy nursery where you lay swaddled in a blanket patterned with stars. At just two months old, you were the youngest member of the Kent family—Lois and Clark’s precious daughter, their only girl after big brothers Conner and Jon. Your bright eyes watched the world with quiet curiosity, and the room was alive with the soft hum of love and laughter.

Lois sat nearby, a warm smile on her face as she gently cradled you in her arms, whispering stories of hope, courage, and the adventures that awaited you. Suddenly, your tiny lips parted, and a clear, soft sound floated into the air: “Mama.”

Time seemed to still. Lois’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart swelling with a joy so pure it brought tears to her eyes. “Did you just say ‘Mama’?” she asked, her voice trembling with wonder and pride.

You blinked up at her, as if understanding the gravity of the moment. Clark peeked in from the doorway, his eyes shining with pride and love, and the whole family gathered around to celebrate the little miracle.

In that simple word, the Kent home felt more complete than ever. “Mama”—a promise, a beginning, and the sweetest sound Lois had ever heard.