I realised, even as parents, there are different love languages when it comes to loving the same child.

My love language is definitely "Touch" when it comes to a relationship. However, when its towards Tyler, I realised, it's "Time" . I try to spend quality time to show my love for him. Well, I still hug, kiss and lie him on my chest, hold his tiny hands while I feed, cause that's my love language and it all comes naturally. However, I placed "Time" above "Touch" when it comes to loving Tyler.

As for Da man, he is always so consistent. His love language is "act of service", towards me and Tyler. He is the one who makes sure we come home to a clean and conducive environment, have fresh and nice smelling clothes, yummy food to fill the tummy so that my health is taken care of and Tyler's breastmilk will be of good quality. The stuff he does is so laborious and might not be significant to the naked eye but oh-so essential that I chide myself for taking them for granted.

Have I always been so appreciative? Hell no. I threw a fit when I felt he didn’t love Tyler as much as I do or done as much as I did, only to realise, he simply loves Tyler in a different way/language from me and does things that I won't like to do. Oh yes, I can be such a pain sometimes.