I Know, I Know, But it Still Stings

You hopefully just have to read this blog to know how much I love Aidan (and Erin and Renee — but this one is just about Aidan).

You also, if you’ve seen us together, know that he loves me back. I know that. I can feel that. But, he’s also a Momma’s boy. I know that, too.

It doesn’t make what happened tonight any easier — even though I know the truth.

So we had a birthday party to go to today. I actually had to go to work for a bit, so we arrived in two separate cars. We packed PJs for the kids and got them both changed into them before leaving at about 6:30 — hoping they’d crash on the way home (especially Aidan, who didn’t nap). Well, they didn’t do that.

As I’m carrying Aidan and Renee has Erin, I say to Aidan:

“So, bud, you riding with me or with mom?”

“With mom, because I love her better than you.”

Again, I know. He’s four. And I know and I know and I know. But it still stung.


4 Comments on “I Know, I Know, But it Still Stings”

  1. Awwww…Kids will be kids but I can understand why that stung…..

  2. Pessimistic Redhead says:

    Oh man. That stinks to hear even though everyone knows it’s not true.

    My dad still tells me about the time I wouldn’t let him get me a glass of water because I wanted my mom to do it. I waited for like a half hour for her to finish nursing my brother so that she could get it.

    And now I’m wicked close with my dad. I’m meeting him to watch the game today.

  3. JenBun says:

    Awww. 😦

    I’m sorry to hear that– I can imagine how much it stung even knowing how much he loves you and doesn’t mean it like that.

    *hugs!*

  4. Sara says:

    I know you know… but it does not make it sting less. Sending my biggest and best hugs your way.


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