Betrayal

When I was a kid (maybe ten or twelve), I remember realizing that my mother did most of the work taking care of us and yet nobody acted particularly pleased by her presence. However, as in many homes, I'm sure, at the first creak of the garage door there was a mad rush to be the first to greet my dad. While I realized that my dad was also doing something important by providing for us (I liked having a house to live in and clothes to wear as much as the next kid.), it struck me as unfair that he got all the hype while my mom mostly got griped and whined at. When Asher got old enough to join the daily mass of evening daddy celebrators across the nation(It turns out that isn't very old.), I discovered that it didn't make me sad at all. I was tired of dealing with him and Hugh could have him all evening if he wanted. Since Hugh has been home more during the last couple of months, though, Asher has become more and more attached to him, rather than less. He started out just wanting to know where Daddy was every second. Then he whined when Daddy had to go do something other than play with him. Now it seems like he is trying to phase interaction with Mommy out of his life altogether.

The other day, he bumped his head. When I asked if he was okay, he said, "NO! I don't want to talk to you about it. I want to talk to Daddy!"

Today when I went in to let him up from his nap, he started crying, insisting that Daddy come and get him instead.

All day long, he is insisting that I go away, stop talking, or not touch him and his belongings, wanting Hugh to do everything for and with him instead. While I don't give in to all of these silly demands, it's still rather disheartening.

I wonder how long it would take the little stinker to miss me if I really left. Maybe forever.... in which case, maybe I shouldn't try it.

At least Simon still likes me.