Daddy's Boy...

My son, Max, is a complete and utter daddy’s boy.

I spent 8 and a half months growing him, suffered 1000’s of needles, trips, invasive procedures and a horrendous emergency caesarean, after pains, sore nipples (you get the gist) for daddy to be NUMBER BLOODY ONE. Top dog. Alpha. King of the frigging castle.

I have days where this makes me feel down, I feel a little inadequate when he sometimes rejects my embrace and runs straight for daddy. That’s only natural, right? I’m totally comfortable with admitting this.

Max & Papa

But then I remember, it tends to be luck of the draw.

My brother was a massive daddy’s boy (still is…), I was a daddy’s girl who is now a mummy’s girl, it’s just life, and who knows – he could become a mummy’s boy next, because it’s just swings and roundabouts when it comes to favouritism. I remind myself each time that Max is only a baby and he isn’t intentionally giving daddy preferential treatment, so I shouldn’t take it personally.

To give it a positive spin… it makes me appreciate the moments where he chooses me over daddy for cuddles so much more!

Mama & Max

So, to all the parents out there who feel second best, like the ‘bad cop’, like their little one loves them less than their other parent, it isn’t true. You’re just as important, favouritism is a phase! Try not to focus on the times you feel second best, and on the special bonding moments that you and your child DO share.

Max may be a daddy’s boy (for now), but he’ll always love me too.

Love from Katie. Xx

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