Know when you were a kid and your two best friends crushed your heart by refusing to play with you? Pointedly excluding you from some fun they were having?
Like building Lego robots that would travel to the moon and battle the evil moon overlord or some such thing.
So slinking away sad and crushed, you decide to make your own fun despite how bummed they made you feel.
Then the next hour/day/week you are all besties again – the three of you conquering the land of make believe. Together.
Well, right now my daughter is playing favourites, and Daddy is not the chosen one.
She’s been a mama’s girl since she was born, but right now it’s peaking to a new level.
Back then DH could understand it a bit more. After all, DD spent the majority of her first year of life attached to me in some way. Breastfeeding, co-sleeping, snug in a sling or carrier…you get the idea.
As much as DH understands why DD prefers her mama, it still breaks his heart. Especially since DD doesn’t specifically need her mom to help colour, or tie her shoes or whatever. Yet when DH tries to help he gets a, “No! Mommy do it!”
DD doesn’t act like this with her Daddy all the time (see incredibly cute photo below), but it’s enough times to make the rejection hurt a bit.
Certainly, if the situation was reversed it would crush me. So we make it a point to ensure Daddy is included in the fun. Mommy ties one shoe. Daddy the other. Mommy colours with DD but Daddy colours too.
I keep telling DH the day will come when DD won’t want anything to do with me. It will be all about Daddy taking DD to the park, helping her with homework, teaching her to drive.
Then it will be me standing on the sidelines hoping an extra robot is needed to overthrow the evil moon overlord.