Kids,
I understand that you have a special bond with mom. Most kids do. And I understand that some of your behavior may stem from the fact that you don’t see mom as much as you would like. But I’m not going to lie, it hurts to be your primary caregiver and yet nowhere near your favorite parent.
I’m the one who has comforted you when you were hurt, rocked you to sleep when you were sick, and slept with you in the chair overnight when you were teething.
I’m the one who wiped both your butts and hosed you down in the shower after you pooped through your diaper… and your pants… and your onesie… and somehow your socks too?!?
I’m the one who’s filmed your first words, steps, and other countless milestones.
I’m the one who’s plays with you (even when I really don’t want to).
But who’s the one you always choose whenever there’s a choice? Mama.
I suppose I should feel grateful that you give me breaks whenever Mom’s home. It is nice to be able to go to the bathroom by myself when we co-parent. But it’s hard not to feel jealous / rejected when I try to do what I do the other 95% of the time when mama’s not home and you literally give me the stiff-arm or cold shoulder.
I know this is probably just a phase for both of you. You don’t realize how much your words or actions hurt. But it’s hard to not take this phase personally. (Sigh…) Just know, I’ll be there for you tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. Because I love you, and that will never change.
Love,
Dad
