Are you my mother?

Our parenting styles are different. Our ideals are different. Our worlds are different.

I think my way is better, and I'm sure she thinks she's doing just fine. She has the trump card, though. She is his mother. I am just the stand-in caregiver.

He wants his mama and his mama wants him. I hope, though, that she wants him as badly as I do.

When I come home and he chooses me instead of the other stand-in caregiver...when he cries when I go...when he chooses me to kiss his owies...I know that I'm a little more than a stand-in caregiver. There's a little bit of "mama" in me, too.

He must be so confused. I sure am.