We still have him give her a bath and put her to bed a few nights a week. She cries a bit at the beginning (which she does at ANY separation from me at the moment) but gets over it reasonably quickly and we both feel it's important that I not become the One and Only.
Needless to say, this latest phase makes CG a little sad.
And me a little.....guiltily..... happy.
As much of a burden as it can be, there's something vaguely satisfying to some small, needy part of me about her wanting me and only me. As if it is some kind of referendum on my relative value as a parent. As if I need her to outwardly, obviously need only, especially, ME to feel validated.
Sometimes this seems reasonable since, let's face it, we all know there ain't a whole lot of feedback in this parenting gig. There are no raises, there are no promotions. (Though I guess you can give yourself a promotion by having more kids. How's that for a promotion? More responsibilities! More work! Less time/money/energy for yourself!) (Okay FINE, more love and hugs too.) So what if I
Sometimes this seems like I just need to go back to therapy.
And start saving for Z's eventual therapy while we're at it.
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I know, it's a weird contradiction isn't it? I knew a woman who seriously cut back her work schedule because she was heartbroken to find that her kids preferred her husband.
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