NaNoWriMo Day 7 Word Count:12,052
“Let’s finish breakfast so we can do our history lesson!” I said to the kids this morning. “We’re going to read about mummies today!”
“No, not mommies,” my two-year-old said. “Read book about daddies!”
This isn’t the only time my son has expressed a preference for his father (and fathers in general) in recent weeks. Last week, he fell down and hurt his bottom and cried. I picked him and cuddled him and he shouted, “I want Daddy!”
I remember this stage with my daughter. And I also know that most of the time, the kids are shouting for me and leaving my husband out of the equation. A couple of requests don’t nearly give him equal time. It’s still strange the first couple of times it happens, especially when it happens while I’m trying to comfort my crying child with cuddles and Mommy-love, which, up to now, have been all he’s needed in any situation.
I try not to feel rejected because it’s not a rejection. I know my husband and I offer different things to our children. My son is figuring that out now, and that he has some choice in which person he gets.
I’m glad that he sees both of his parents as people who can offer him comfort.
And that he’s occasionally really funny when he expresses his preference.