How do you get a 2 year old to like you?

You don’t expect your child to not like you until they are at least a preteen. They are supposed to think you’re wonderful for at least the first 8 years of life, right? Not mine. Mine thinks having mommy tuck you into bed is temper tantrum worthy. Mine thinks having mommy drive you to school is punishment. Daddy is the cool parent in these parts. And I get it; I’m busy taking care of the baby. I have to nurse her, hold her a lot, and give her special attention. Not to mention, I tend to be the disciplinarian. However when I’m trying to make an effort for some special Drew/Mommy time, its gut wrenching to see him carry on that he only wants his father. I’m grateful that he has a special bond with his dad. At least one of us should be able to make him happy and console him when he’s sad. Maybe I’m more distracted then I once was, but I try to do so much for him to make sure he’s unscathed by the baby. All the presents, stickers and snacks that I have stocked up on to help recognize good behavior and reward him for being the special boy he is, were all things I did for him. Of course he would never know that. All the times I try to strategize my day so that I can cook dinner and have his clothes cleaned all before he comes how so we can play, he will never commend me on. He will never understand all that I have done for him, for his best interest, out of love. Yet he still doesn’t ever prefer me. Adam is the greatest dad I have ever seen. I know wives are supposed to say that about their husbands but Adam really is. The way he handles Drew, the way he engages Drew, the way he loves Drew! And probably if I were Drew, I would choose Adam too. However, it doesn’t sting any less when Drew starts to cry at the prospect of being stuck with Mom. Maybe one day it will change. Something tells me regardless of what I do he’ll always prefer Adam. Maybe I should just be happy that my two boys are as close as they are. Maybe I should hold out for Gabriela, she’s bound to like me right? Or maybe I should just keep trying to tuck him in, drive him to school or hold him when he’s fallen down. And maybe one of those times he’ll want me back.