In a popularity contest in my house, before Alex was born, Dave was numero uno. As far as Ben was concerned, I was a mere blip on the radar, whereas Dave was the Real Deal. Instead of being hurt by this (which would have been quite easy, really), I took it as a reaffirmation of my good choice in marrying The Daver.
I got very, very accustomed to playing second fiddle, to Dave’s one man-band (well, two men, really), so it came as quite a shock to my system when Alex was born and as far as HE is concerned, there is no better person in the world than his mother, me. It was, and still is strangely flattering to me that this little person is convinced that the sun rises and sets by me (trust me, this is nothing I take lightly).
But the world keeps on spinning as per usual, and a strange development is taking place in my house: Ben has decided that I am awesomely awesome. As far as I know, I am the same person that I always have been to both of them, but something deep inside of Ben is shifting. Dave is amazing, of course, but MOM has been cast in a new light.
Here is an actual conversation that was had over lunch this week:
Me: “blah, blah, blah, blah, Britney rules! Blah, blah, blah.”
Me: “blah, blah, blah, blah. Yes, Darlin’?”
Ben: “I’m gonna marry you when I grow up.”
Ben: “I can go to the store for you and stuff.”
Me (stunned): “Don’t you think I’m a little old for you?”
Me: “I mean, you’re going to be a great husband, should you decide to get married. You’re a real sweetheart, duder.”
Ben: “No, Mom, I think you’re just perfect.”
I am not even exaggerating when I tell you that my heart, like the Grinch in Whooville, grew 10 sizes that day.
I guess we’re doing something right.