I’m losing my baby girl.

I always knew she was her Daddy’s girl. They have a special bond I could never duplicate. She sees me all day; I’m old news. I’m big and immobile; the Daddy can get down on his hands and knees and play. I do most the disciplining since I’m with her most. All these things contribute to her preference for the Daddy over me. Except at night. She has always pushed the Daddy away and wanted me to put her to bed. This is partly why I never encouraged weaning. I always said I’d let her decide when she was ready to stop. I loved being the Chosen One for one small part of the day. Yet, in the back of my head, I knew this time was coming…

The past two nights, my baby girl has pushed me away and clung to the Daddy at bedtime. We’ve tried this before – thinking it would be good preparation for when the new baby boy comes. She has always gone willingly to the rocking chair with the Daddy, but then, upon discovering it wasn’t playtime, would scream and cry for the Mommy. Which made my heart swell. The past two nights, she has not. My heart has deflated. She has successfully gone to sleep with the Daddy. I am no longer the Chosen One.

I always knew they grew up too fast, but this is ridiculous. She’s not even two yet and I want my baby girl back.