I talked about how my son started talking back in May. How his first word was Mumma, well now he can say dada and that’s all he ever wants to say anymore. I knew before he was ever born that he was going to be a daddy’s boy. Every time his father touched my stomach while I was pregnant, our son just started kicking like crazy. It was the most amazing feeling and I don’t even have the words to explain my excitement at our son being a daddy’s boy.
I’ve had people ask me if it hurts my feeling that he is a daddy’s boy when I stayed home with him his first eight months and carried him for nine. It doesn’t. As I said I knew before he was born. Yes, sometimes I get jealous when I want to play with him and all he does is crawl away to his dad but it truly makes me smile every time I hear him say, “Dada”. I know logically that he doesn’t love me any less and a the relationship with his father is very important for our growing boy.
Watching my son grow and develop his personality is one of the most amazing things I have ever experienced . Everyday I watch him pick up new things from his father and I. It’s scary when you think about it. I’m a little rough around the edges and his father as amazing as he will always be in my eyes has his flaws as well. We can’t pick and chose what our son picks up from us and that alone has been the key to a lot of personal changes we have been making in and around our lives.
My little daddy’s boy, awww that line right there just fills my heart with so much happiness that a smile forms on my face every time I say it.
Here’s a video of my son showing his love for his dad. 🙂
That’s about all I have time for today but I hope you all will be back tomorrow and I’d love you hear from you. Questions, comments or ideas.
Thank you for reading, now go get your mom on!
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