{"id":413,"date":"2008-05-12T18:10:16","date_gmt":"2008-05-12T12:40:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/naveenbachwani.wordpress.com\/?p=365"},"modified":"2008-05-12T18:10:16","modified_gmt":"2008-05-12T12:40:16","slug":"numero-uno","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/naveen.bachwani.com\/beingdad\/2008\/05\/numero-uno\/","title":{"rendered":"Numero Uno"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yet again, my lovely daughter &#8211; Pumpkin &#8211; uttered those wonderful words: &#8220;<i>Mama, I love you the best of all !<\/i>&#8221;\u00a0 And, once again, my wife &#8211; BossLady &#8211; could not help but feel bad, wondering how I would be feeling about it.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It had been happening more frequently than ever, lately.\u00a0 Many a time, her little brother &#8211; Tiger &#8211; was also included in the superlative utterances.\u00a0 The four items top-most on the list were : Mama, Tiger, Mary and Fluffy (her soft-toy) dog.\u00a0 Mostly, it was Mama-and-Tiger, and sometimes also Mary-and-Fluffy.\u00a0 But, never <i>me<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>So, when it happened for the umpteenth time the other day, I spotted some tears in BossLady&#8217;s eyes.\u00a0 I told her I was really ok with it, and would explain it to her in detail soon.\u00a0 I also remembered reading an eloquent post on this very dilemma, on <a href=\"http:\/\/metrodad.typepad.com\/index\/2007\/09\/there-can-be-on.html\" target=\"_blank\">MetroDad<\/a>, so I googled it today to refresh my memory:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>As I&#8217;ve mentioned here before, during the first year of the Peanut&#8217;s life, I was The Man!\u00a0 To my lovely little daughter, I was the living embodiment of Christmas, Elmo, and an all-you-can-eat ice cream buffet&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>But after her first year, I dropped in the standings.\u00a0 BossLady was #1, the nanny was #2, and I was a distant third.\u00a0 When we switched the Peanut to daycare, I thought I&#8217;d move up to the #2 spot but I was quickly displaced by one of the Peanut&#8217;s teachers.\u00a0 Damn!<\/p>\n<p>Now, although I have a vicious competitive streak, I would never try and compete with the BossLady for my daughter&#8217;s affections&#8230; So, if the Peanut loved BossLady more than she did me, so be it.\u00a0 C&#8217;est la vie.\u00a0 I wasn&#8217;t going to try and compete for her affections and I was just going to have to learn to accept that, in her own little way, the Peanut loved me too. Mature, eh?<\/p>\n<p>Well, internet, I&#8217;m proud to say today that&#8230;I&#8217;M NUMBER ONE!\u00a0 WOO HOO!\u00a0 THAT&#8217;S RIGHT, AMIGOS!\u00a0 NUMERO UNO!\u00a0 WHO ROCKS THE PARTY?\u00a0 I ROCK THE PARTY! NUMBER TWO IN YOUR PROGRAM, NUMBER ONE IN YOUR HEART!\u00a0 I&#8217;M THE MOTHERFLIPPPING RHYMENOCEROUS!\u00a0 HEY!\u00a0 HO!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>My own perspective is not unlike the one that MetroDad has blogged about.\u00a0 Up until the point where he does reach the Numero Uno status, that is.\u00a0 (<i>I still haven&#8217;t!<\/i>)\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Sure, there&#8217;s a part of me that craves for the attention that the wife enjoys with Pumpkin, even if it&#8217;s just for a little bit.\u00a0 But, most of the time, I&#8217;m glad that BossLady and Tiger are that someone special for Pumpkin.\u00a0 (And Mary, who&#8217;s loved her unconditionally since the day she was born.)\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>In fact, there was a time when only Mary had the #1 status, and there were no #2 to # 10!!!\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>So, when Pumpkin <i>did <\/i>grow to knowing her mother and understanding how much she loves her, I was only too glad.\u00a0 Today, my little Tiger has shot up to the top spot from nowhere.\u00a0 And, that&#8217;s alright too.\u00a0 Some day, the list may also include moi&#8230;\u00a0I&#8217;m not in a hurry.\u00a0 As a wise man once said, &#8220;No appointment, No disappointment&#8221;.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bottom line: I couldn&#8217;t have asked for a more loving family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yet again, my lovely daughter &#8211; Pumpkin &#8211; uttered those wonderful words: &#8220;Mama, I love you the best of all !&#8221;\u00a0 And, once again, my<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-413","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-parenthood"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/naveen.bachwani.com\/beingdad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/413","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/naveen.bachwani.com\/beingdad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/naveen.bachwani.com\/beingdad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naveen.bachwani.com\/beingdad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naveen.bachwani.com\/beingdad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=413"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/naveen.bachwani.com\/beingdad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/413\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/naveen.bachwani.com\/beingdad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=413"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naveen.bachwani.com\/beingdad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=413"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naveen.bachwani.com\/beingdad\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=413"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}