There is a sad & growing reality in our house. My daughter is rapidly becoming a daddy’s little girl.
I know that I should not be jealous. It is an inevitable occurrence with little girls all around the world, but the truth is, it does sting a little bit. Gone are the days of happy squeals when mommy comes to take you out of the crib. The squeals are now replaced with pleas for “Dada”. In the past, it was your mother’s arms that offered comfort during times of distress. Today, your cries are hugged away in daddy’s strong arms.
I am the mommy. I carried you, all 8 lbs 14 ounces of you, in my belly for 9 months. I went through 24 hours of labor, with 4 botched epidurals & an unfortunate experience with an emergency c-section, that still makes me shudder when I think about it. I nursed you, changed you, bathed you & went sleepless for months. Where was your want for your daddy during this time?
It is not enough that you are the spitting image of him, now he has almost overnight taken the place of mommy as the favorite parent. Is it because he gives you Skittles & ice cream?
I had a good run though. For 21 months, you were every bit the epitome of a mommy’s girl.
Even though it was tiring being the one constantly in demand, it warmed my heart to know that I was so needed & loved.
I suppose that it is not the worst thing in the world, though. There are some perks to Mai being a daddy’s girl.
She calls for him now when she wakes up in the middle of the night & mommy gets to be the one who rolls over & falls back to sleep.
More diaper changes for daddy
Meltdowns are now directed toward daddy
Most importantly, it’s the moments like these…
At the end of the day, I guess it doesn’t matter if I am the favorite, because the two of them are my favorite. Just remember to send some of that love mommy’s way too.
Do you have a daddy’s girl/boy or a mama’s girl/boy? Please share your stories with us. We love to hear them.
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