Before Lucas was born, I could hardly believe I would love somebody else just like the way I love Danny or even more. I was thinking, no matter what, Danny is my first baby, he will always be holding the very special position in my heart. It turned out that I was very wrong.
When the tiny little creature arrived, baby Lucas was totally dependent on the mother. I devoted all my time to my newborn. Plus I needed time for myself to rest and recover, Â so I had barely spent any time with Danny for a while. Â He once was my only baby, the most important person in my life. I had let him go with his Daddy. I am sure it was a big change and must be a hard one on him. But Danny adapted to the change and gets along very well with his daddy.
Days, then months passed… when I had a break then I looked at him again. Who is that little one running in the house? Is he still my baby boy? Long limbs, jumping around with so much dexterity. Talking, laughing, and joking in a language which is not my mother tongue, and having so much fun with Daddy. Daddy is his buddy, the one he goes to when he has boo boo, the one he goes to get a hug, the one he goes to when he is sad. I am standing there, feel like I am a stranger… to him. I feel a bit sore in my heart, can I still get him back? I asked myself.
One day, Lucas went to bed early. Daddy was sitting in front of his computer and Danny wanted attention. I got the chance and I picked him up then I started to play with him. Soon little boy smiled like a flower.
Ron came out, “What are you doing with my boy?” Knowing him so well, I knew this was coming. “He is my boy!” I responded. “My boy!”…(you know why we got married)
I turned to Danny and asked, “Whose boy are you?” He looked at me perplexed. I got a bit worried about his answer.
“Can you share the boy?” after a little while, Danny uttered.
I gave Danny a hug and held him tight, “Of course!” 🙂