I am coming to terms with it.
I try hard not to let it hurt too much.
I suppress my winces and painful twangs when I see evidence of it.
I understand that it is not an intentional slight.
This is not premeditated, nor is it intended to be hurtful.
It just is.
I further understand that I am not the first to feel this way.
I understand that there is a reason the term was created.
Daddy's girl.
I didn't understand it would hurt quite so much.
But
I still have one more chance.
Can you say...
Mama's boy?
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I think that every child goes through a time when they prefer one parent over the other. And it switches back and forth. She will fall in love with you again!
At least that's what I say everytime Brendon clings to his daddy.
I'm not taking this quite as hard as my blog reads. I know she loves me. I just don't quite get the same level of enthusiasm...
I was a daddy's girl.
My poor mom.
Hey, that's how the dads feel when the football players say "hi Mom!" to the camera's. I won't say it doesn't hurt because I know that Ryan's sun and moon rise and set on Terry and I am easily replaced by hired help. But that little guy...he's all mine. Likes daddy and all, but his new bedtime sentence, after Daddy reads all his favorite books , when I come in the room? "MOVE, Daddy, move! Mama sit now. Move!" So...it could happen!
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