Once everyone found out we had had Henry, a boy, I got lots of comments about getting myself my very own mama’s boy. And this has been further talked about since we discovered we are expecting a second boy.
And to a certain extent Henry is a mama’s boy. He is super cuddling and gives plenty of kisses. Plus he does more often than not, actually listen to me when I ask him to do something, or not to do it.
However, Dann is mostly his favourite person (aside from maybe Alfie the dog).
The level of excitement when he sees him in the evenings when he gets home from work is hilarious but about 10x higher than when I get home late from work.
Henry literally adores his daddy.
If he comes into our bed at night, he will always snuggle into Danns arms – though I’m not complaining about that one as I like my space and had my fair share of dead arms from a sleeping baby when he was smaller and he could only sleep with me.
They get up together in the mornings for breakfast and play time.
They muck around and wrestle together.
They go on dog walks and to the park together and cuddle chickens.
They’re a fab little two-some and I love seeing them together but sometimes it’s hard work.
Although Dann does do discipline, it really isn’t as effective as when I do it.
Dann is the “fun” parent which means I fall in the traditional “mean mama” role more often. And it kind of sucks.
I love the cuddles and the laughter, but as I spend more time with Henry, I also have to be the one that does the majority of the advising and teaching, which inevitably means more telling-off.
But I’ve sort of accepted the role, and ultimately I couldn’t really ask for a more perfect sight than seeing the love of my life with his son. They are a force to be reckoned with, and they adore one another, and what mother doesn’t want that for her family.
So yes, some days it sucks that Daddy is the favourite parent, and I’m having to do bedtime because someone just wants to play with Daddy more, but I don’t think I’d change any of our relationships even slightly.
Daddy might be the favourite, but Mama is the Queen.