I've been very disturbed by an ongoing issue with my son.
I don't think he likes me.
Yeah, I'm his favorite when we're home all day together, and he doesn't have any choices. You know, kind of like when you're hungry but the only thing you have in the fridge is an apple. So, you eat the apple but you really want a Twinkie? So, yeah, kind of like that.
I suffer silently when he runs to his Daddy and his Grandparents, and then shakes his head "no" if I want to hold him. I just sigh and accept it when he doesn't seem real excited to see me when I pick him up from Sunday School. He looks around, hoping his Daddy came with me.
The final straw came when we were having a meeting with our pastors and my son repeatedly hugged his Daddy then shrieked in agony when I tried to get a freaking hug. Awesome. Glad I decided to be a stay-at-home-mom.
I called my little sis the next day and cried that I was a good mommy and deserved some love. She was very quiet for a moment and then blurted, "Sara, he's probably just sick of you."
Once my ego recovered, I knew she was absolutely dead-on. How can he miss me if I never go away? I suppose a Mother's Day Out program would be a good idea. For both of us.
Me and my little guy? We're doing alright.