I give my kids as much as I give my husband.
At times, one or the other may get more of me, but in the end, it all balances. There are times when I have to be a mommy first, and then there are times when I need to put my husband first, time wise.
I love being a mommy (mostly--now that DD2 is out of the house, life is much simpler--

). I love being DH's wife.
This is my 2nd marriage. My first was--horrible. It was sort of forced on us, as we got pregnant midway through my senior year in high school, and everyone in the families put on the pressure to "do the right thing". Doing "the right thing" left me with scars on my knees and the underside of my chin, as well as many many psychological issues that I've had to work on. Would have been better to just have DD1 on my own--things would have been much better.
As soon as I could, I left the relationship, and was able to protect DD1 (he tried to start on her, which is what gave me the courage to leave)--he wasn't able to be alone with her until she was 14. He always had to have a social worker or a lawyer or his mom and dad around her, until then. At 14, she asked to go live with him and his mom (he was on his 2nd marriage, and they were all living with my FormerMIL). They went to court and she moved out there---turns out FormerMIL was bribing her with a car and freedom and a horse--all the things that I would not be able to provide.
She's 23, in college and on her own now. Lessons learned and all that.
Anyways.
DH and I have "reconfigured" our relationship constantly over the years. I believe that, just as life is constantly changing, so are we, and if you aren't keeping things in balance and tweaking things as you go, the little things become big things and then it gets bad.
When I'm working, he has to take on more of the child care and housework. When I'm a sahm, he has to deal with less of both. He still takes care of the kids, but he doesn't have to take off work to take DS to a doctor's appointment or go grocery shopping.
We balance each other--I'm neurotic and OCD and myst have things a certain way. I'm the one that schedules our lives and vacations and everything. He's more relaxed, a come as it does kind of guy. He forgets to put the toilet seat down and I don't think the man has ever changed a toilet paper roll

, but he gives me shoulder rubs when we sit and watch tv and remembers that orchids and lilies are my favorite flowers. I don't get flowers on Valentines day, but I do get them randomly in September.
Now, it hasn't been all hugs and kisses...we've had many issues. We were separated for 2 years right after DD2 turned 1. We can throw fits at each other like overtired two year olds. But in the end, we make up, we apologize, and we learn and grown from the experience.