Saturday, November 04, 2006

They love me, they love me not, they love me...

I'm beginning to realize the consequences of being a wanted mommy. Let me clarify a little. My oldest has always been a bit of a Daddy's boy. I used to blame myself thinking it was due to a bad nursing experience, or maybe all those times that I administered home remedies that were not always pleasant. My husband has a bit of a soft side that avoids inflicting pain on others at all costs. So, guess who gets the dirty jobs like enemas and taking the babies in for immunizations ect... ME (aka "the mean one")! Although I could beat myself up all day for missing out on valuable bonding time, I've learned to enjoy a few simple pleasures. My sweet husband has been so good at "nurturing" that he has become the wanted parent at bedtime as well as all through the night. He is also the wanted parent in the morning for the preparation of breakfast. So, not only do I get to sleep through the night (mostly), but I get to sleep in if I need to. I've sort of become cozy in the luxuries that being the next favorite parent affords. However, my cozy little set up has been short lived. My 10 month old has insisted on a constant perch on my hip. He has been pretty sick lately but he's always been a bit of a Mommy's boy. You have to understand that this is quite an adjustment for me. Gone are the days of getting anything remotely accomplished outside of taking care of my children's physical and emotional needs. He's got a surgery this week to get tubes in his ears so it will be interesting to see if this clingy behavior is enhanced by physical discomfort, or if he truly is a Mommy's boy. I have to admit that it's nice to experience a bond that I felt was somewhat lacking with my oldest. I used to take it personally. I thought it was a given the Mommy was the favorite! But now, it's just nice to know that my kids have a Daddy that cares enough to give me some stiff competition at being the "favorite."