If parenting a toddler isn’t humbling, I don’t know what is. Two days ago, I sustained minor injuries while trying to keep up with mine on the playground. This morning, my son woke me up by politely saying “garbage truck,” whatever that means. And, lastly, over the last few weeks my kid has shown a definite preference for his dad, and the struggles of your kid liking your partner more than you is very, very, real.
At first, I was touched. It’s beyond adorable to see our son reach for his dad so enthusiastically and consistently. My husband and I both have fairly flexible work schedules, which means we spend a lot of time together as a family (even if one of us is on a laptop or checking email at the time because that still counts, right?). It also means that we keep things pretty equal when it comes to parenting duties and chores and household work and all that jazz. So, somewhere along the way, my son figured out that his dad is way more fun than me. Um, ouch son.
I’m not at all saying that he’s a better parent or that there’s anything wrong with my mothering, it just appears that our toddler is into having fun these days (go figure) so, here I am, left out in the cold. Or technically, left in the warm house while they go outside to play. But it’s cool, I can use that time to catch up on laundry and chores and general frivolity so, I guess it’s sort of a win? I don't know. I haven't really figured out how I feel about it. It's kind of awesome because I do get time to myself, but it's also kind of hurtful because I carried my son in my own body for 40+ weeks so, you know, what gives?!
As you can tell, there are a number of challenges that go along with this current stage of my kid liking my partner more than me. Here are just a few, because I've learned that if I don't talk about it I might just cry about it.