An Early Morning on Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day began at 5 a.m. when a crying Busy Toddler jolted me awake.

Somehow she must have caught me in a deep sleep and Handsome Hubby heard her calling, “Mommy,” first. That’s a rare occurrence, and Busy Toddler wasn’t prepared for it. When Dad entered her room instead of me, she immediately began screaming.

Why is it that my girls generally prefer me to their dad? Don’t get me wrong, they all love their dad, and they do spend time with him. But if they are given a choice (and often even when they aren’t given a choice) they demand my attention as opposed to his. Busy Toddler and teenage Sports Girls often request me. Ten-year-old Horse Lover is probably the least selective, but I’m guessing that as she hits her teen years, that too will change.

Honestly, this is one popularity contest that if I could, I would often chose to lose. But then I’m sure it’s an equally hard or harder scenario for Handsome Hubby to endure. He often tries to help the girls, but with little or no appreciation.

So I rescued Dad and Busy Toddler this morning even if it was Mother’s Day, and I was hoping to sleep in. I got out of bed and rocked Busy Toddler for a while before putting her back to bed for a couple more hours of sleep.

I really didn’t begrudge her for wanting me; it was actually a sweet time to cuddle with her. I just wish she wasn’t always so demanding that it be me when her father is already awake and up.

But it’s like they say, “There’s no rest for the weary” and apparently not for Mommys either!

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