It was months ago when I posted about Belle's level of love for me compared to her dad. I just can't compete. The glass ceiling is real, people. In our house that ceiling lies right below the level of her father.
Exhibit A: Our conversation while I was putting her to bed.
Let the record show that I was being kind and snuggling with her even after she was already supposed to be in bed and we'd been having a lovely time talking about Winnie the Pooh.
From a recording of Winnie the Pooh: "Oh, Bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!"
Me, giving her a hug: Oh, Belle! How I do love you!
Belle, smiling back sweetly: Oh, Mom! How I do love Dad!
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Your posts always make me giggle when what you observe is often so true for happenings in our house. My daughter is such a 'Daddy's girl' and adores him much more than me. It might be because she is able to wrap him around her little finger, whereas I see through those techniques having used them myself on my own father! Hopefully our time for special mother/daughter relationship will happen in the future when she wants to borrow my make up, clothes, money... etc. Oh, happy days!
ReplyDeleteKristin :)
I do love your children! Like mine, they say such wonderful, humbling things...
ReplyDeleteI don't know why we even try.
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