As a modern mother, I receive regular emails with parenting tips from parenting magazines i.e. what is perfectly normal for your toddler to be doing and when to race him to the nearest specialist. Mostly the tips help, for instance I was reassured that hitting is normal toddler behavior and not a sign that his mother’s/grandmothers’s/great grandmother’s/great grandfather’s temper is necessarily twisting down along the ol’ DNA. But the articles about how Daddy will get all the love (or whichever partner isn't home all day) were especially comforting. Sam is all about the daddy. Even the way he says “Daddy” is infused with joy and fun.
He says, “Mom” (never mommy) and he uses a deeper, more authoritative voice than his normal one. He doesn’t need to say, “Hey Mom, will you wake up and get me out of this crib" just “MOM” and “Mooooom”. His meaning is all in the inflection. I worry sometimes his vocabulary won’t increase; instead he’ll get creative with syllable stressing.
The first time I realized this Daddy-love might be an issue happened before Sam was even born. I was visiting my friend Shannon’s house around dinner time. An internal clock must have gone off in her daughter Emma’s 3-year-old head because she was ecstatic over her father’s imminent arrival—like he was Daddy March returning from the War in Little Women. Excitement is one thing but an Epic everyday at 5pm is a little much. It was an omen.
Don’t believe me? Check out the pictures (or read the articles).
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