I would like to think Bryce is a mommy’s boy. After all, aren’t all boys supposed to love their mommy’s the most and call them everyday for the rest of their life? lol.
For Bryce, mommy definitely is his nurturer. I put him to sleep, soothe his owies and tears, and otherwise offer all the condolence he needs. But daddy, daddy is FUN. They wrestle, they dance to music. Daddy even takes him to get ice cream when mommy isn’t looking.
When all is going good, like the picture above, my heart melts in a thousand pieces. Those two together…..after all these years of wanting a family of our own…..it is priceless.
But then, THEN this happens:
I go to the store to run an errand and come home to literally chaos. How the house manages to go to all out war in a short time never seems to stop surprising me.
But then I remember to look past the mess and see the joy on my son’s face. He is only a kid once. How do you draw the line from which exploration ends? In the meantime I am trying to embrace the crazy and embrace the mess. It is hard.
So yes, mommy is all that is neat, orderly and clean. Daddy is where all that unravels…..