The Shifting Bonds of Parenthood

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About seven months ago, I began a program that required me to be away from home for five hours each day. Fortunately, just before starting, my son had started attending daycare three times a week.
My husband agreed to care for him on the remaining two days while working from home. It’s important to note that until then, my son and I had spent every day of his first two years together.
I was the primary caregiver, especially during his first year when my husband was frequently away. Once we were all together, we relied solely on each other, with only occasional help from part-time daycare and no outside assistance. This close bond between my son and me was undeniable. Though he formed other attachments, I remained his preferred parent.
However, those days are now behind us. I’m no longer the favored parent; our bond has weakened, and my son now gravitates toward his dad. I won’t deny it—it hurts. For the past few days, I’ve been on the verge of tears as I find myself pushed aside because he only wants his dad.
I’m not envious of their relationship; in fact, I greatly admire it. My husband is patient, a wonderful teacher, and an overall great dad. Yet, I wasn’t prepared for our bond to diminish so quickly. I want to hold onto my baby just a little longer.
I want to be the one he turns to for comfort when he’s hurt, the one who knows all the tricks to make him smile, just as I was when he looked up at me while breastfeeding, seeing me as his entire world—his security, his nurturer, his caregiver.
But time moves on, and my precious baby is now an almost-three-year-old with his own likes and dislikes. He can be adorable one moment and throwing a tantrum the next, wanting both our safety and the freedom to explore the world.
While I’ve shed a few tears in private this past week, I’m coming to terms with the present reality: my husband is now the preferred parent. Even though there were days when I longed for this, wanting my son to bond closely with his dad and allowing me more time for other tasks around the house.
I know it’s just a phase, and soon enough, he’ll turn back to me, becoming a mama’s boy once again. In his teenage years, he may become his dad’s buddy, and so the cycle continues. Isn’t that the essence of parenting after all? Being there for your child in whatever way they need, at every stage of their life.