I will never compare to my daughter's father, but I'm tying

My daughter is a daddy's girl, through and through.

There's little her father can't fix and nothing he doesn't know.

To Grace, her daddy is quite literally God's representative on earth.

While I'm overjoyed my child has such a strong relationship with her father, I can't help but feel a little disgruntled from time to time.

It's like a version of Good Cop Bad Cop is permanently being played out in our home, but my daughter is the one intiating it.

In her eyes, Mummy is always the Bad Cop and even though it pains me to say it and I should see her churlishness for what it is, I wish I could feel what my husband feels in Grace's presence.

Manipulative as this sounds, I have, on more than one occasion, 'casually' asked my daughter what she likes so much about Daddy.

My aim was to see if his approach to certain issues impacted diffrently on her and whether this was something I could work on.

I wanted to find out if I was oblivious to a certain attitude I displayed which may cause Grace to gravitate towards her father more than me.

“Because he's Daddy,” she replied.

“I know, honey, but what is it that makes him Daddy?” I pushed.

“Everything," she replied. “He's Daddy.”

I was fighting a losing battle with this one I quickly realised and haven't initiated the conversation in months.

My daughter's devotion to her daddy is always heartwarming and her disdain for me is, at times, heartbreaking, but hoping to nurture and cultivate our own special bond is probably a lot more feasible than I think.

I just need to give both of us some leeway (and copy each and every single thing her father does in the meantime.)