Key Points
My husband was our son's primary caregiver for the first part of his life.For most things, our son looked to him, and people often called him a"daddy's boy."They assumed this would bother me, but I understood their bond...
We hear that a lot from friends, relatives, and even strangers out in public as our three-year-old son demands my husband's attention, most often by asking to be held or carried, or just generally preferring to hold his hand as we run errands or enjoy a park or museum as a family...
My husband would sometimes interrupt me to tell me to come see what my son was doing, and when my son started crawling and later, cruising, he'd sometimes provide a welcome distraction, wandering in to see me, sometimes even sitting in my lap as I worked something I only stopped when he started trying to use my desk and computer as toys..
My husband functioned as our son's primary caregiver, in charge of feedings, diaper changes, and playtime for eight hours or longer, five days a week..
When they went to wellness visits with the pediatrician, my husband was often the only man in a waiting room full of moms, and the doctor was thrilled to hear they were getting so much time together.. And because they had that time, my son, unsurprisingly, became more attached to my husband..
