All About Daddy!

I had a good conversation with my aunt a few months ago, in which she shed some great light on raising boys. I was telling her how attached Peter was to me and she assured me that that would change. She said that my cousin Kevin was a very attached baby to her until all of a sudden, in the stages of toddlerhood, he came to the realization that his daddy led a far more interesting life than his mom. She said from then on, it was all about Daddy. She could not have been more right.

In the last month, I've noticed Peter has taken a particular interest in his Daddy. That interest has turned into an obesession. His entire existence revolves around his Daddy. For example:

• I come into his room in the morning to get him and his first word EVERY morning is "Daddy!!!" (Trust me, this is not confusion over who I am, he definitely knows his Daddy and his Mama and calls them so by name.)
• If I open the windows to enjoy the springtime weather, Peter stands at the living room window looking out towards the road and driveway and yells, "Daddy!!! Daddy !!! Daddy!!!" at the top of his lungs. (Who knows what the neighbors probably think about this.)
• Last night at church, Tom walked away from us down the hall talking to some folks, and Peter cried. (He used to cry when I left him.)
• Peter looks at his Daddy's picture up on the wall all throughout the day and points and says "Daddy!" (As if I haven't heard his name enough all day.)
• When Daddy comes home every day, Peter's whole body practically goes into convulsions over the excitement. (Really, it's quite ridiculous.)

I know that my days of importance are not over. He still needs me for things like food in his belly, clean diapers and clothes on his back, but my position of importance has clearly been demoted. I've been usurped. Another person has taken over the prize position in Peter's life. Now, I'm just the cook, maid and laundrywoman. Ahhh....... I guess the glory had to end sometime.