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Who’s your favorite child? I know you have one. We all have one. Right? #keepingitreal
Recently on vacation with the crew my three daughters were giving me hell saying their brother Ben, who wasn’t able to come with us because of school and work, was my favorite. Blah blah.
Ben could get away with murder and Mom would help bury the body!!!
Such crazy talk.
So the WHOLE week we were at the beach it’s all I heard from the three girls.
Ben this. Ben that. Ben this. Mom would never let me do that but Ben does.
Insert HUGE Mom eyeroll here.
This got me to thinking.
All four of my kids have been my favorite at one time or another. I really feel it’s that way with all parents and their children. Hannah was my favorite when she was little and as she likes to tease her sisters - she became my favorite when she moved out of the house and when she made me a grandmother. Twitch twitch. I am too flipping young to be a grandmother?!? It still feels weird telling people that I have a granddaughter. I love sweet sweet baby and we are blessed to have her in our life.
Then when Ben was born I had this adorable little boy with the bluest eyes looking at me. I can remember him being so tender hearted and he would cry if his hands got dirty while playing outside. My sweet gentle Ben. He has always warmed my heart and he’s such a fine young man. He reminds me of myself the most. We just go with the flow in life.
Then sweet shy Olivia with her big brown eyes. She came later in my life and I really felt I was a better parent and able to enjoy her more. We would snuggle at naptime and I’d make up a story for her every day. Mostly about Dora, her favorite, and some grand adventure she and Map were going on. I can still hear her tell me, “You make the best stories Mommy”. She was our princess, our clown, and our precious shy little girl. Now she’s 12 going on 26 and driving me batty. You’d think I’d have hormonal teenage girls down pat but I do not.
Last but not least Ninja Gurl came into our lives. I believe she was EVERYONE'S favorite. HA HA! She’s silly, she’s weird, she’s funny, and she’s totally a Ninja. Ever since we took her to see Wonder Woman she wants to be her now. Kicking ass all the way! With a side of Wednesday Addams of course. Remember I said she’s weird. In a good way and yes there is a good way.
So, at different stages each of my children have been a favorite of mine. And at times I haven’t really been fond of any of them. Innocent glare here. #keepingitreal
So on vacation my three daughters gave me a hard time about their brother sooooooo I really got them good! On our last night we were making our yearly trek to the lighthouse for pictures and fun when I see a body of water behind some trees.
I tell everyone, “I hope there’s not an alligator in there.”
Then hub chimes in “I don’t know what I’d do. Grab the kids and run.”
Me being the mom said, “I’d sacrifice myself for the children.”
Ninja Girl, “You would not.”
Me, “Yes, I would.” Then I pretend to throw myself at the alligator to protect my young all while shouting, “Tell Ben he’s my favorite!!!”
Insert lots of laughter and a very dirty glare from Ninja Gurl.
I really don’t have a favorite child as they are all unique in their own way with such different personalities that shine out. I may tease them but I love them dearly and wouldn’t hesitate to throw myself in the jaws of an alligator to protect them.
Because that’s what Moms do.