Rejection is hard. Rejection from your own two year old is harder.
As a new mother to a precious baby girl I would spend hours looking forward to days of lovingly combing her long hair after a bath, reading bedtime stories and whispering sweet little nothings to each other. But most of the time I don’t do any of that. Her father does. And he is a wonderful dad. But couldn’t he be a little less wonderful?
My daughter chooses – no that’s the wrong word – my daughter screams, kicks and cries for her dad in almost every single scenario. And I’m jealous. I am painfully jealous of this special bond between my husband and our daughter. What about my bond? I’m the one who does everything day and night, the dirty nappies, the late night feeds etc. I’m the one who pushed her out of my vagina!!!!!! All that yucky stuff Daddy Dearest gets out of. I should be the one who gets to enjoy the fun stuff! She should choose me over anyone. Love me more than anyone, right?
I want these moments with my daughter.
Truthfully, I don’t want to take this special relationship away from dad and daughter. Can’t she just love me the same? Why does she have to play favourites?