It’s the hard truth. My son loves his daddy so much. So much that as soon as daddy walks in the door after work, he runs up to dad with the biggest smile on his face and then never leaves him. Literally. He will be right by his dad the rest of the night until he falls asleep. It’s cute and all and I am glad they have this father-son bond, but I will be lying if I say I’m not a little sad that he’s not a mama’s boy.
A couple months ago when it was that time of the month, I cried one morning after Jay left to work and my son was crying by the door and wanted nothing to do with me. How could he do this to me? I’m so nice to him! I take care of him all day, clean up his messes all day, cook for him and feed him and play with him and make sure he’s happy! So I did what any mature mother would do- I was mad at him for an hour or two. I withheld affection from him and while I was nice and kind, I wasn’t kissing his cheeks every second like I usually do or giving him hugs or giving him big smiles and giggles and playing with him. I took care of him, fed him, cleaned him, held him when I needed to but I wasn’t ogling after him and being obsessed like I usually am. He and I both took a nap together and when I woke up, I realized how immature that was and went right back to ogling him and kissing him all over and squishing his cheeks. Because no matter who he loves more, I cannot control how much I love this boy!
So while I do sometimes wish he was a mama’s boy and only wanted me sometimes, I am so grateful for his relationship with his dad. They have such a solid, tight relationship and I think it is the most adorable thing in the world to watch. And can I really blame my son? Jay is such a fun and sweet dad, I would want to be with him all the time too! I love my two boys. So so much. And I’m so glad they have each other.
