Daddy! I Want Daddy!

Normally, it's the other way around.  "Mommy!  I want Mommy!  Mommy!!!"  

I understand that.  

Your mother is the gentler kinder more patient one.  She's the prettier softer better smelling one.  She's the one that gets you up almost every morning.  And she's the one who carefully dresses/coordinates you.

I dress you in what's closest. Usually whatever's in the first or second drawer.

So when you call for her, I get it.  It's cool.

I only have the smallest fleeting tinge of jealousy when you call out for her first.  

Honestly.  

The smallest fleeting tinge. Of a tinge, really. 

It makes me happy to see how happy it makes your mom.  I know her.  She likes to be needed.

I like to be needed, too, don't get me wrong.  But it's sorta like what we talked about before.  I can hold my breath longer.

But to be REALLY honest, when you're screaming and crying, I'm FINE to have your mom deal with it.  Just fine.

Anyway, I got you up and dressed the other morning.  Your mom was tired.  I tried to give her an extra half hour of sleep.  So you and I read books, and made shoe fly pie.  Not real shoe fly pie, just pretend.  Then your mom got up and we joined her in the bed.  We read more books.  

Then I had to take a shower and get ready for work.  So I'm not sure what happened, but as I stepped out of the shower I heard crying just outside the door.  I wrapped a towel around me and opened it.

"Daddy!  I want Daddy!"

I looked down and you had big fat tears rolling down your red cheeks.

"Hi, sweetheart!  Hi, sweet pumpkin!  Daddy's right here.  Hi!"

"Hi Daddy!"

I looked up at your mom.  "What happened?"

"I don't know.  She just started crying and wanted to see you."

"Oh, sweet Nola Pie," I said brushing away the tears.  "Was Mommy mean to you?  Did she hurt you?  Bad Mommy.  Bad.  That's why you love Daddy more, right?  Should we go get ice cream and candy to lock this in?"

;-)

No, I just brushed away the tears.  Your mom and I are a team.  But I was flushed with a good feeling and imagined the kind of rush your mom must enjoy on a daily basis. 

It's crazy how much we love you, sweetheart.