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Why I am the worst mommy in the world [Sep. 15th, 2004|06:43 am]
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When I had the ultrasound that showed The Boy was,  in fact, a boy, my mother told me, "Boys are so sweet. They love their moms."

I heard it over and over, from all my friends who had sons. That boys were sweeter than girls. How much they loved their mothers.

Apparently my son is marching to a different drummer. For the past couple of months, he's been all about Daddy. The other morning, I heard him calling and went in to get him out of the crib. He took one look at me, burst into tears, and cried, "Not you! Not you!"

Last night, I was giving him a bath. He was perfectly happy until Daddy walked in. Then he turned to me and said matter-of-factly, "You can go."

My husband, who is secretly very pleased but kind enough to try to hide it, tells me this is just part of The Boy's "I-want-to-stick-to-the-same-routine-no-matter-what" phase. Last night, he reassured me with "He'll be a mama's boy later." Which is not exactly a comforting thought. Especially if "later" is when he's 35.

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From: spritzcourt
2004-09-15 11:08 am (UTC)
It's not your mommy skills. It can't be because my son is a daddy's boy, also.
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-09-15 03:43 pm (UTC)

Later, You'll Remember This and Laugh, Really, I Swear--

Not that I've had this as a personal experience, but I have been witness to something like it. So.

Someday, Once Upon A Time, when he is MUCH older, your son will say something to the effect of "There's NO one on Earth that makes Apricot Moons like my Mom. I don't know what she does--" And depending on how long he goes on about this, if he's just "seeing" the whomsoever he's seeing, he might wind up seeing someone else. If they're married, then he might wind up on the couch.

Then, again, later, many, many, many Moons--Apricot or otherwise--later, one of your grandbabies--perhaps male, maybe not, will turn to his Female Parental Unit in protest and holler: "I want of Nana's Moons! Hers are magic and taste *right*!"

You just wait and see if I'm right. Murphy's Law. Bet you two whole dollars it happens. This is the stuff that Family Legends/Traditions are made from.

Hide it, lock it up, keep it secret, keep it safe!
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