There was a time long ago, where mouse didn't know what she wanted, this was before he was Daddy and even before he was Omega. See she believed she didn't want or need or maybe desired his approval for anything she did. It was her life, if he didn't approve it didn't matter.
Ah the grand lie she told herself way back when. A few days ago, while the kids were asleep she watched a movie made in the 1970s. Now, she can't recall the exact dialog, but the female character was talking with a companion/boyfriend about some future plan she had. He replied that he "approved" and the female character went into a brief monologue about how she hated the word, "appove" and how chauvinistic he was to tell her that (after all, it was the 70s and all men then were chauvinistic, or referred as the ever popular male chauvinist pigs).
But as the story had unfolded to that point, she actually did want this man's approval, or at least his validation, that whatever it was she wished to do was actually ok. This moment struck mouse, because she's always seems to look for validation or approval. From everyone and she's sometimes genuinely hurt if its not given to her. Even leading to some serious passive aggression from mouse when she felt dismissed. The need for approval was exhausting!
Obviously mouse was an apporval junky, it was her drug. Needing approval from nearly eveyone you meet, is exhausting. Especially when the only apporval she should need -- wouid come from her very immediate family, maybe kids but more so from Daddy.
In some ways, nothing, but as she learns more about herself, things do change and Daddy is there offering his validation, support, love and even his apporval.