I’ve been accused of loving my baby boy (now four) more than my other two kids.
WHY?
Because I post more about him on Facebook than the others. It’s true. I do. But there is a really good reason for that.
My older two kids (9 and 7) can read. And they have specifically asked me not to talk about them, on Facebook I respect that. But my four year old has no skill in reading. Well–okay, he has some, but until he can tell me not to post about his potty-talk, he’s fair game.
Plus the youngest is, honestly, a total ham. He was made to be talked about.
Do I have a favourite child? No. I don’t.
I was so lucky to have three extremely different kids; they all bring me unique traits to love and admire.
My daughter is my only girl, so there’s that. We are a lot alike, which can cause friction, but I have her to be full of firsts with girly things.
My middle is the strong, silent type. He is my go-to when I need quiet and gentle moments.
Our third and last is the wild child. He is loud, goofy and steals the spotlight. Does that get him more attention?
Yes. But, when any of my kids have been four years old, they are likely to get extra attention because there is nothing better than four.
I would admit, honestly, that there are moments when I get along better with one than the other two. It just depends on whether Mercury is in retrograde or not. The times I struggle most with any one of my children is when they are acting like a mini-me.
I can see myself in them, and this instinctively makes me nuts. This is when I need to hand them over to their dad, who obviously deals with me, and must therefore be a pro…and a saint.
But no, I don’t have a favourite. I love them all the same – just in different ways.
{This ‘Best of Blunt Moms’ post was first published in August 2014}