So here I am sitting amongst the shambles of our main floor. We are having new flooring installed right now and our life has been turned somewhat upside down. The kids are off the wall and I feel somewhat out of sorts. The floor is looking great so far and will be finished tomorrow so everything should be pretty much back to normal by the weekend or so.
My son Simon has a very strong bond to Paul, my husband. At times it bothers me. I mean a child is supposed to prefer their mother. I have been battling with my feelings about this. On one hand I'm so happy that my husband has such close bonds to his children. I think some of it stems from working shifts. He is the only constant in their lives most of the time. Some days I just feel like crying when I try and put him to bed and he says, "No! Daddy!" But then there are days like today when I realize that Simon really wants his mother around and loves her too.
This morning Grace, Simon, and Paul were standing in the front hall when I came downstairs. I didn't have a direct view of Simon and I hear a little voice say, "Daddy move. I can't see Mommy!" I tell you that was all I needed to make up for all the other times that Simon didn't want to talk to me or to "see" me over his father. It's funny how kids do that to us. One hug, look, or statement can melt your heart and make you forget that you were angry, sad, or or just plain fed up with their antics. Gosh I love them.