Articles are being written about research showing that 65% of all parents prefer one child over another. So, it’s sort of proving that when one sibling cries to the other because their parents “love you the best”, it’s totally true. I guess my sister wasn’t lying to me. I AM the favorite. I mean, my parents used to tell me all the time that I was. In fact, if my memory serves me right, so did my grandparents. Wow, as I’m writing this, I am feeling sorry for my poor, unloved, unwanted sister.
Well, not in my house. I don’t have a favorite child. I love each of my children individually, their own unique qualities making them shine.
My oldest is my favorite because he is my first born. He was the first time I saw what my heart really looks like.
My daughter is my favorite because she is the little girl I always wanted. She made a dream come true and still does.
My youngest is my favorite because he is my baby I never thought I would have.
My oldest stepchild, the daughter of my heart, is my favorite because she is the one my mother cursed me with. She’s just like me.
And my stepson is my favorite because he brings the most drama to the family. Who doesn’t love a good drama?
At certain times…
I may be prouder of one child than I am of another.
I may be happier with one than I am with the others.
I may be more excited for one than the others.
There are times, however, that I hate one more than the other. Yeah, true story.
There are times when I want to smack one child more than the other. What?
There are moments when I want to shake a child more than the others. Sure, why not.
There are times when I want to help one child pack so that they can carry out their threat of running away. Huh?
There are even times when I consider putting an ad on Craigslist stating “Obnoxious child. Free to good home.” Is there something wrong with that?
And, there are times when I want to take one child to an unfamiliar place and leave him/her there. I’m serious.
Yes, I’m here telling you that I love all my children equally. I really do. BUT SOMETIMES, I hate one, at a particular moment, far more than any other.
I did. I used the word hate. I can even say despise.
It’s usually for a fleeting moment, those negative emotions. They do happen though.
But I can honestly say, I don’t love one child more than any other.
I love, with every single fiber of my being, each of my children with none of them being my favorite.