I confess: Sometimes I want to teach daddy how to do things with our son exactly the way mommy does them.
Moms are moms, and dads are dads. And every parent has a different way they interact with their child. Even in my adult years I still find my mother interacts with me differently than my father. And the same goes with my family; daddy has a different way of doing things than mommy. Sometimes, though, I find myself wanting to give daddy a crash course in how to be me.
I get jealous when daddy does things differently and it works; and I get equally upset when daddy does things his way and it doesn’t work (which usually means now I have to do it). For example, when putting my son to sleep at night we each have our methods. For me it’s usually very short of being an all out war. I rock him, sing to him, nurse him, and when none of that works I try to let him tire himself out. By the time he finally passes out I’m wore out myself! But when daddy puts him to sleep it’s as simple as taking him into the studio, putting on some music, and spinning around in the chair a few times. He feeds him differently, plays with him differently, talks to him differently, and somehow he even gets him to smile for pictures and talk to the camera.
Not everything is a breeze for daddy, though. Sometimes my son gives daddy a hard time and makes him struggle with things that I’ve mastered. So I have to keep reminding myself “he is not me.” As much as I want to teach him how to be Mr. Mom, I have to let him be Daddy. I have to let him find his own rhythm and learn his son for himself. That doesn’t mean I can’t offer help and assistance and advice. It just means I can’t be overbearing with it. It also means that I can’t be a hater when I see daddy succeeding at something I still battle with. And just as my son and I are forming a special bond, he will form one just as strong and just as special with daddy.