A classmate asked me once, “Do parents have a favorite?” I answered yes, of course. She was somewhat taken aback until I explained. For me, I love all my kids very much, but not equally, because I do not know how it is possible to love different people the same. I love the things that are unique to each child, with the equal passion of a fierce mother hen. Sure, this one bugs me at the moment, or I am worried about the other one, but individually, I love them with the kind of love that has no bounds, no end, no score keeping, no matter what they do, they will always and forever be the love(s) of my soul.
So, what about the favorite? Well that depends. If a child is hurt, sick or in big trouble, of course as a parent you are going to be spending all your energy worrying and/or helping that child. On the other hand, there is nothing better, than to sit back and with a satisfied sigh say to yourself, “ahhh, they are all launched, self sustaining and happy”. To my friend, who was in college, paying her own way, buying a home and happy with her partner and had a sibling that was still living at home, still burdening their parents, still unsure which way to fly, I said, I betcha, you are the favorite, even though it seems your parents don’t spend the energy on you. Parents are human, with all their flaws and just like you, they only have so much energy to spread around. Some are better at communication than others.
I had a dear friend, commit suicide, many years ago. Since then I’ve made a point of telling people I care about, that I love them. I do the same with my children. Each son is very different from the other and I absolutely love that. I love different things about each one and worry about different things about each one. When the youngest was deployed overseas, understandably my thoughts were often on that child. But, do I love any of my boys more than the other, no, not even a little bit. The same holds true for my daughter-in-laws and my grandchildren.
To my own children I would answer the question, “Who is my favorite, why YOU are of course, … but don’t tell your brothers… lol.
Love, Mom