It's always a sad feeling when your kid is crying and says "I want Mommy!" It almost makes you feel like you're not enough. Like your kid is choosing the better parent.
When my kids are crying or are sad or just need something, I selfishly always want to be the one they go to for everything. But Mommy is Mommy, and she's always going to be first choice. But she's also my first choice too so I don't blame them.
There's definitely times when AJ is getting on my nerves and I tell him "Go bug Mommy." And he's such a good boy that he'll listen to me and do it.
It's ok to be selfish and want your kids to love you more than anyone else in the world. But if you're blessed enough to have multiple people in your life that your kids can turn to, don't take it for granted!
With Mommy's job, sometimes she has to leave us and go on business trips. And although we never like to see Mommy go, we definitely have some fun times while Mommy is away.
She was going to Dallas for a week, and it was just going to be me, our two year old AJ, and our four month old baby Santiago. I felt bad about always bugging the crap out of my wife to pump more so I could have enough milk to last throughout the week. Especially because Santiago is a fat boy and never even gave her a chance to pump.
No matter how many bags of milk I had for that kid, I knew it wasn't going to be enough. That guy literally never stops eating. I had to have a bottle of milk warm, a bag thawing, and another bag on deck in the fridge just in case.
I knew we weren't going to make it with the milk I had, so Mommy asked a friend to donate some milk. And for those of you who may not know, you can give your baby breast milk from someone else! She was a life saver and gave us like 30 bags of milk, and Santi loved it.
My wife breastfed both of our boys, but this week gave me a whole new perspective on how much work she has to put in everyday to make sure they were fed. I must've went through like 9-10 bottles a day just for a four month old baby. So I can't imagine what her body goes through on a day-to-day basis.
AJ was the easy one. All he wants to do is play, read, dance, sing, and be a crazy little boy.
But that crazy little boy still missed his Mommy like crazy. He would tell me "We can't go to the park without Mommy! She's NOT in Texas!"
When it was time for bed, I found it was easier to put Santi to be. I could just load him up on some milk and he'd pass out. But AJ knew something was missing. He couldn't go to bed without his Mommy.
Thank technology for FaceTime because those few minutes he got everyday to see her face were enough to get him through. But he would still wake up in the middle of the night crying for his Mommy . . . and so was Santi and I.
The single dad life was fun because I had my boys all to myself. If they needed anything, I was the one they turned too. I felt like their everything. And while I selfishly loved that feeling.
But while I enjoyed my time with my boys, I realized something. My wife is not only everything to me, but she's now everything to my two little beautiful boys.
They see her as their role model, their best friend, their world, and (I'll admit) their favorite person in the world. And mine, too.
She carried them both and gave them life. She breastfed them as babies and will continue to nurture them for the rest of their lives.
She went on her business trip because it's something she had to do for our family, and so that she could show her boys that she's a strong woman who handles her shit.
So the next time my boys tell me that they want their Mommy, I will say "Me too."