So it has finally happened, Riley has found his voice and has started saying "dada" - just literally out of the blue dadadadadadadada. It was one of those super proud mummy moments...
YET
at the same time i also felt a tiny pang of jealousy. Not that i don't want him to identify his daddy because he's a wonderful daddy and works really hard to provide for us, but hey, it's me that carried him and me that looks after him on my own all week. I've spent a lot of blood, sweat and tears these passed 8 months of his life and i really want a "mama".
Does that make me a bad person? Ungrateful perhaps?
Truthfully though, i don't feel THAT bad about it and why shouldn't he appreciate his daddy as much as his mummy? In fact, i know it makes my other half proud that he's saying dada. His face lights up every single time and it's wonderful to see. When i see them together and the bond that they share, it makes me realise that actions always speak louder than words and i can wait for my "mama". My time will come.
P.s - Plus there's always the added benefit that when daddy's home at the weekends, he can get up to Riley's "dadadadadada" calls early in the morning!
Vikki xxx
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