I am of the firm opinion that my two boys are not the quintessential Daddy's boys they like to claim they are. Oh, they put on a good show, but I know the truth, they are Mommy's boys deep down inside, even if they don't want to admit it.
When Trouble was between the ages of one and two he went through a phase where he wanted no part of me. I was nowhere near as good as Daddy and he let me know it in no uncertain terms. If he woke in the middle of the night crying and I went in to get him, nine times out of ten he would look at me and say, "Not you! I want Daddy!" If tried to pick him up, he would sit down in his crib and move away from me.
Now a softer, more emotional woman would have been devastated. Luckily, I am not one of those women. Polly would attribute this to my being an INTJ. I saw this as quite a blessing at say two or three in the morning. I'd go back to bed, give my husband a swift kick and say, "He wants you."
Not to say he didn't cause a twinge of pain in my heart at times, but being the rational woman that I am, I knew he would grow out of it. And he has . . . mostly. But not before passing this lovely little character trait along to his little brother. They will fight over who gets to sit next to Daddy on the couch. They will beg to have Daddy be the one to read them a story at night instead of me. They want to hold Daddy's hand when crossing the street rather than mine. When I got home from a week in CA, Trouble told me he missed me and that he loved me. He said to Little Trouble, "Don't you love Mommy?" My Little Trouble said, "No, I love Daddy."
Welcome home to me.
But sometimes they slip up. Sometimes when they wake up at night scared, they call Mommy instead of Daddy. Little Trouble actually sat with me on the couch the other night for a whole thirty minutes when he could have chosen to sit with his Dad. Occasionally, they forget that Mommy's the runner-up parent.
Dad gets a little jealous. He started tickling Little Trouble's feet after he had been sitting with me for half-an-hour. I don't think he could stand that he wasn't first choice for once. Little Trouble did move over and sit with his Dad after that, but it was too late. I know the truth. Their Mommy's boys too.