Many of us can recall the sharp pain of unrequited affection: the heartache, the bewilderment over our perceived shortcomings, and the desperate yearning to connect with that special someone. It’s a universal experience, often woven into the fabric of coming-of-age tales. While it stings, we usually move on, accepting that if someone isn’t interested, it simply wasn’t meant to be. But what happens when that rejection comes from someone you love most deeply—your child?
From the moment my youngest son, Alex, entered the world, he has been my little ray of sunshine. My bond with him felt instant and complete; he captured my heart from his very first breath. Yet, as soon as he was able to express his preferences, he gravitated towards his father. I tried to reassure myself that this was just a phase, that his father was a novelty since he wasn’t home all day like I was. For a while, these justifications soothed my jealousy, allowing me to accept that he still loved me, even if he preferred his dad’s arms.
As time passed, I watched Alex’s preference fluctuate. Most days were manageable, and I found solace in knowing that he was happy when his father returned home after a long day. I welcomed that time apart, especially as my pregnancy with my third child progressed, making it harder to lift him. I thought I could endure this period until the new baby arrived.
However, as Alex grew accustomed to his father tucking him in at night, comforting him when he was upset, and playing with him during joyful moments, I began to feel like a shadow in my own family. Then came the day when Alex fell and I rushed to comfort him, only to have him scream for “Daddy.” It was as if I were a stranger, cast aside by my own child.
This little boy, who was once a part of me, had seemingly rejected my affection. I waited in emotional turmoil for this phase to pass, but it lingered. Now, I find myself watching this beautiful boy from a distance, cherishing the rare smiles and brief interactions we share amidst his cuddles with his dad. To cope with the heartache, I lean on my older son for extra hugs and kisses, which provide some comfort, but the pain of rejection remains.
Recently, Alex has been sick for over a week. He’s been irritable and clingy, seeking comfort from his father. Thankfully, my husband has been home to tend to him, but it has been heartbreaking to witness. When my husband sets him down, Alex cries—a deep, mournful wail that pierces my heart. I want to comfort him, yet whenever I try to hold him, he resists, and my pregnant belly complicates the attempt. I sit there helplessly, watching as he cries for the nurturing that I desperately want to provide.
Just like those past experiences of unreciprocated love, Alex’s rejection intensifies my desire to connect with him. I miss him as if I’ve lost a part of myself. I can still feel his little arms wrapped around me from our last cuddle, and I long for that closeness with an ache that permeates my being.
I don’t hold Alex at fault, just as we don’t blame those who don’t return our affections. Instead, I turn the blame inward, feeling like a failure as a mother. I question if I’ve disappointed him in some way, thinking perhaps if I were more fun or less strict, he wouldn’t be pulling away. I remind myself that he is merely a toddler, known for their unpredictable behavior, and that he will likely return to me eventually. I look to my older son, who expresses love so freely, and try to convince myself that I must be doing something right.
Yet, the hurt and insecurity of feeling rejected by someone I would move mountains for remain ever-present.
This article was originally published on Feb. 10, 2015.
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Summary:
This article reflects the emotional turmoil a mother faces when her young child shows a preference for their father over her. It explores themes of love, rejection, and the complexities of maternal bonds, discussing the heartache of feeling sidelined while also acknowledging the natural fluctuations in a toddler’s affections.