Wednesday - Make Room For Mommy

I can handle the fact that my son loves his father more than me. I can. It serves me right because when I was a kid I blatantly told my parents that I loved one of them more than the other.

"I love mommy best, and then daddy," I said one day when I was 5, right in front of my father. He took it in stride, or at least he didn't say anything about it. After all, while he was working all day to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly, my mother spent all of her time in my company. It figured that I would bond a bit more with her than with him.

Now that I'm a parent myself, I'm getting my payback for that offhand comment.

( Dad and Whats-Her-Face )