Jealousy:who enjoys (ahem, our toddler’s favorite)
My 18-month old son is starting to give me a complex, people. A genuine complex.
I’ve been waiting for this whole “Daddy” phase to become just that – a phase – but it’s been months now, with no end in sight.
Don’t misunderstand me. I love that my husband and youngest son have this amazing bond. It’s sweet. It’s adorable.
Does the child have to blatantly show his distaste for me?
Think I’m exaggerating? Allow me to prove myself with a few poignant examples:
Daddy has to leave to run some errands. Little C is so distraught Daddy has left, he flings himself upon the floor and will not let me console him. He cries for upwards of 20 minutes. He is struggling so hard to get away from my clutches, I nearly drop him on more one occasion.
Daddy isn’t home from work yet, so Little C is actually giving me the time of a day with a big ol’ bear hug. Cue Daddy’s entrance. Little C leaps out of my arms so quickly you’d think I pinched him. Sayonara Mommy. Daddy’s home.
The whole family is relaxing on the floor playing with Mega Bloks. I scooch over beside Little C to help him with the tower he’s building. He stops what he’s doing. He makes an angry scowl directed at me, picks up his tower, and promptly plops down beside Daddy. I swear to God he smirks.
I’m in the kitchen. Little C is playing with a toy car a few feet away. Daddy is in the living room, out of sight, out of mind. Little C suddenly slips and falls, banging his head on the floor. I immediately drop what I’m doing, rushing to his aid. As I begin to hold him in my arms, he looks at me – there’s that scowl again – then runs across the house to Daddy’s arms.
I notice Little C perusing the bookshelf. I sit beside him and ask him if he’d like me to read him a story. He gives me that telltale scowl, then saunters over to Daddy. Once he’s in Daddy’s lap, he looks at me, eyebrows narrowed, then hugs Daddy.
Don’t get me wrong. At times, it’s kind of convenient that the little guy wants Daddy. Considering we have two attention-seeking boys, this often makes life easier, and even occasionally allows me five minutes of “me time,” (which we all know just means doing the dishes in peace or making lunches without a little munchkin clinging to my legs. Am I right, ladies?).
If I’m being perfectly honest though, the Mommy pride is a little hurt. Sometimes, it’s a lot hurt.
Am I the only mother experiencing this?
Don’t leave me hangin,’ Mamas!
~ Chaos Contemplated (for now)