I’m not sure what causes Cashill to pick favorites. As two working parents, our time with him is pretty equal.
For a while after I weaned him it was all Daddy, all the time. I tried to be all adult and not get my feelings hurt. But I’d be lieing if I said it didn’t sting some. And that tears weren’t shed behind closed doors after Cash screamed 3 of the 4 words he knew: “no mama! daddy!!!!”. For a while it was just that. No Mama, Daddy.
Now things are evening out. These days his favoritism changes day to day, hour by hour. This morning it was me. Yesterday it was distinctly Matt. And life just feels a little easier because of it.
I guess I don’t know my point here. But I suppose I’m feeling reflective and am ever realizing that even as a [supposed] adult and [definite] parent, there are real, human feelings that go along with your relationship with your kids. Even when they’re mini-kids.
