I have always wanted to be the favorite. Even as a child, I remember insisting that there was no such thing as having TWO best friends. Your best friend was your BEST friend. I wanted to be everyone's best friend because I wanted to be the BEST.
This carried on into adulthood and after giving birth to Aiden, it took over once more. What if my baby liked his dad more than me? What if I was not the favorite?
As Aiden has grown, so have his opinions. He begs to go to his grandpa's house. He loves his aunt's house. And his dad's house is like Disneyland to the kid! I am aware that the little slide I have in my yard will never compare to the combine his grandpa has in the shed. I know that blowing bubbles outside will never compare to riding a four wheeler with his dad. However, it has taken me a long time to get to this point. I have shelled money out buying him toys. I have caused myself insane amounts of stress taking him to Chuck E Cheese's and the zoo and jungle bungle the list goes on.
This is what it comes down to: just like nothing compares to a day fishing with dad nothing compares to baking cookies with mom. Neither is better. Neither is worse. Both are just very different.
Photo Credit: Eyeliam on Flickr
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Nothing can compare to the quality time you spend with your kiddo. Sure, having a big ol' jungle gym is nice, but nothing beats a calm afternoon blowing bubbles on the front porch with your kid.
It's never too early to teach your kiddo that life is about moments and less about things.
Love this post!
Absolutely perfect.