There once was a time when I was Miss Five’s favourite.
I know kids shouldn’t have favourite parents, but she did, and I was it.
‘Mummy do it,’ has been her catchphrase since she started talking. I was the one and the only one she wanted to dress her, comb her hair, buckle up her car seat and wipe her bottom. Nothing could beat the way mummy did it. She was my little shadow and best friend, never far from my side.
This frustrated Dave and I could see him feel hurt every now and then. It wasn’t as if I was shouting ‘winner winner chicken dinner’ from the rooftops or rubbing it in his face all of the time, but coming in second best was taking its toll on poor old Dave. The guy just couldn’t get a look in. I would tell him not to be silly. It was just a phase and he was lucky to not have to do every single thing for her all of the time. It was exhausting.
And then the tides turned and I’ve found out just what it’s like to be on the outer. I’ve gone from A grade celebrity status to C grade overnight. That kid has dropped me like a hot potato for no given reason and Dave is now the one happily basking in the limelight.
In the past months, Miss Five has been actively seeking out more time with Dave. Perhaps it’s because she doesn’t see him as much as she would like to or perhaps she’s just bored with me. *Sob*.
They work in their veggie patch, he teaches her to ride her bike and they climb together. He gives her his undivided attention. As far as she is concerned, Daddy is the greatest person ever to walk the land.
In the lead up to Father’s Day she made him card after card.
‘How do you write love?’ she would ask.
‘Another Father’s Day card for Dave,’ I would think.
She could have set up her own news agency with the amount of cards she created. Father’s Day was two weeks ago and she’s still declaring her love for him in the written form.
For weeks she talked about the Father’s Day breakfast she would take him to at daycare. She was determined to arrange for his favourite meal to be served at the event. She tirelessly told anyone and everyone about how she would spoil him with a delicious breakfast.
‘Daddy’s favourite is Weet-bix,’ she would say confidently.
‘He eats it every day.’
‘Are you sure he wouldn’t like something like bacon and eggs for a special treat?’ I queried her.
‘No he loves Weet-bix. It has to be Weet-bix’.
When Miss Five was sick recently, I told her I’d take the day off work. She’d been carted around to other family members during the week and mummy guilt was weighing me down. As I attempted to cuddle her under my nook, I told her I’d take the day off work to look after her and spend time with her.
She let out a wail similar to that of an ambulance on its way to an emergency.
‘I don’t want you! I want Daaaaadddyyy!’
Ouch. I felt a little stab in the heart.
I explained to her that Daddy couldn’t take the day off and I would look after her instead.
In between sobs she declared that if she couldn’t have Daddy, then she wanted someone else, but not me. Grandma, Nan, her Great Aunty. Anyone but me.
Stab, Stab, Stab.
‘Well, you’re stuck with me,’ I said in a tone similar to that of my two-year-old when she’s attempting to assert her authority.
I stayed home with her that day and we had a lovely time together cuddling, reading and colouring, just like old times.
She still has a soft spot for me, of course, but at the moment daddy is reigning king in her eyes.
Anyway, I’m not bothered – at least the two-year-old still thinks I’m awesome 😉
Do your kinds play favourites in your household? Have you had a fall from fame recently?
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