G is mommy-obsessed.   I don’t even fight it anymore.   In the mornings, Beckie leaves a tantrum in her wake.   When we are together, its “Daddy who?” Except when she is in the very bestest of moods, I am a non-entity.   And when she is in the bestest of moods, I am a fleeting entity.   Its kinda depressing.   What’s more depressing is how I’ve given in, and how Beckie has given in.   This tinyHuman is completely dictating what occurs in our time together.

In RP last weekend, I was dressed to go riding, and headed down the stairs.   G was ADAMANT about coming.   She chirped and giggled as I carried her down the stairs, she played with my water bottle and with Kila, she talked about shoes…And then like the hand of God touched her on the shoulder, she was awed by the utter and total extrication of mommy from her life.   Panic set in!   She ran up the stairs.

WHEW!

The longest 14 seconds of her life.