Silly Mom Thoughts

I have come to the conclusion that my daughter hates me. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word for this situation, but she definitely prefers the company of others to my own company. Specifically, she reserves her sweet baby kisses for everyone and everything else but me. I have been testing this theory out over the last week.

Me: Bean! Can Mama have a kiss? *puckers lips and closes eyes*

Bean: *scrunches face and turns away from me*

Me (jokingly): Hey! I need a kiss! Get over here. *grabs Bean and steals kisses from her*

Bean: *squirms out of my grasp*

This was pretty funny at first, but then she started walking away from me and my pathetic kiss-stealing self and over to Daddy. She voluntarily plants a big wet one on his lips or snuggles her head on his leg. But she doesn’t stop there. Oh, no! She proceeds picking up various toys and dolls throughout the day and giving them kisses as well, and her big brother too, of course.

What am I, chopped liver?

I say all of this jokingly, and I know this is silly to say, but I’m feeling a little hurt by it. I don’t know if it’s because I’m asking for the kisses when no one else does, or if she’s just sick of hearing me and my voice all day that the last thing she wants is to pucker up and kiss me. I’m sure it’s just a phase that she’ll grow out of, much like Colby’s “I want Daddy” phase, but I can’t help but second guess myself. Is there something I’m doing wrong as a mother that makes my kids just want their dad and not me? *Sniff!*

Too bad she’s not old enough to threaten no presents from Santa. Or even, “Santa only gives presents to boys and girls who give their Mommy big fat smooches!”

I’m kidding of course.

(Sorta.)

I did find one way to get a kiss from her, though I’m a tad ashamed to admit it because it’s a bit manipulative. Bug and I were sitting on the ground, Bean was nearby. I had gone through my charade of begging for kisses, and she was again sticking her nose up to my affection.

So, I said, “Bean, look! Bug likes to give Mommy kisses.”

To which Bug exclaimed, “Yeah!” and gave me a big ‘ol smooch.

She wasn’t looking, so I said it again, and again, Bug gave me a kiss. Bean, seeing her brother kiss Mommy, ran over to me, face scrunched up, and planted a sweet, slobbery kiss right on my lips. Hey, I’ll take it any way I can get it at this point. And bonus: I got two kisses from Bug on top of Bean’s kiss. Go me.

For reference about Bean’s lack of Mommy kisses, here’s a case-in-point:

Daddy gets sweet kisses from Bean.

Big brother Bug gets smooches too.

And Mommy? Well, Mommy gets bit on the lips. Grr.

*Sigh*

I guess I’ll just have to deal with it and hope that she wants to voluntarily give me kisses again sometime. Meanwhile, I’ll keep stealing those kisses ‘cuz she’s not getting off that easy, gosh darn it.