As a mom to multiple children, could it be true that I favor one!? Am I playing favorites?
What a shameful thought! Besides, it has always been said, “A mother loves all her children equally.” Deep down, I know that to be true, but that’s not to say I don’t favor one of my four children now. I have come to terms with this fact and have repeatedly been told by the “others” that I play favorites.
Emotionally, it’s a downright messy, touchy subject in my house. Maybe it is in yours, too. But guess what? It’s bound to happen because our kids are really just an extension of ourselves. I believe that the more that particular child mirrors us, the more we are drawn to them. So don’t deny you have a favorite kid (and besides, the “others” won’t let you).
My grownup son is a lover of words. I’m still carrying around the poem he wrote when I turned the big 50, still dumbfounded by its beauty. He’s very patient and listens to his wacky mom when I’m having a moment without waving me away with those wretched earphones on! This doesn’t happen too often, but enough to validate my sanity so I can move on.
And speaking of sanity, this “special kid” drove me crazy during his teen years, more so than his siblings. Maybe he’s just returning the favor as we have come full circle as a respected mom and responsible grownup with similar struggles and triumphs. I can’t deny my pride in him, either.
He’s thoughtful enough to cover me with a blanket when I fall asleep on the sofa, or he runs to the local store late to grab a milk carton. But aside from all this, his occasional hugs and kisses on the forehead for no real reason are the absolute best. Even though I’m thoroughly obsessed with my two-year-old grandson’s arms locked around my neck, a big boy’s bear hug towering over me is heartwarming, too.
