I think that somewhere in amongst the whole pre-school ‘harsh mummy leaving me’ drama a fundamental change in allegiances happened in our household. Gone are the days when both of them want Mummy, now only one does and, as that one is only 4 months old, I think she associates me with food.
Absolutely every request is met with ‘No Dadda‘, the boy even wants to be called ‘Dadda‘. Daddy gets lots of long kisses and cuddles and I get a cursory kiss if I offer a bribe.
‘ Do you love Mummy?’
‘ No, Dadda‘.
Daddy feels a bit smug about this in a sort of obvious secret way, I can tell. At first I did find this a bit upsetting, I know he is only little, but Ive sacrificed my body, mind and career for the boy and it would nice to be a bit appreciated. Its not got to Shirley Valentine stage yet, I haven’t started dreaming of running off to a small Greek island whilst I’m cooking the egg and chips. Actually I lie, I do wonder quite often what our lives would be like without the pair of them. But them I realise that there would be a massive gap.
Its funny, but as a mum you sort of feel a little bit of ownership over your children and you like to think that they worship you the most. I can of course, see where the boy is coming from as I also love Daddy. I think part of it is that I’m with them all day, I do the majority of nappy changes, disciplining and feeding. Whereas Daddy comes home and does all the fun things like football, story-time and general playing. However, I have my revenge, as when the night-time waking occurs the boy doesn’t want me, no, its ‘Dadda‘. He he he.
I wonder if this is how it is going to be; boys together playing football, digging holes, drinking cold drinks, eating crisps and making a mess, whilst me and Fifi have cups of tea and a nice bit of cake whilst discussing our latest purchases and how to make the perfect dress. Its sexist I know, but a small part of me hopes so.