Every mom has a favorite child. She didn’t plan it this way. It’s the human nature of a mom. I have my favorite too.
She’s the one with whom I feel a special closeness. The one I reach out to in a rare moment to share a love that no one else could understand.
My favorite child is the one who smiled with her lips closed because she was embarrassed about her teeth. The one who had such gratitude for the opportunity to have them straightened and followed her orthodontist’s guidelines to the letter.
My favorite child is the one who worked very hard to complete her school work so she could bounce into the world and into the career focus she had her heart set on. The one who is rarely swayed to waste time or money and is willing to delay gratification for the things she values in life.
My favorite child is the one who had to hear the news that she has to say goodbye to a much loved pet. She’s the one who will hold a little tighter to the special people and pets in her life for fear of loss.
My favorite child is the one who saves her money to give a gift to a friend or family because she understands that receiving a gift helps others to feel special.
My favorite child is the one who has chicken pox when it’s hot and sticky and to keep her from itching, her mom bathes her in oatmeal and puts honey on her “spots” to kill the itch. Even though she doesn’t like it, she makes the best of it. She doesn’t laugh two weeks later when both of her sisters are going through the same torture.
My favorite child is the one who plans a tea party for her friends and includes her sisters and their friends too. She later discovers a special knack for entertaining and decorating and becomes the family consultant on such matters.
My favorite child is the one who plays by the rules to try to be fair to everyone, and if there is ever one item short of something, she steps up to be the one who doesn’t receive it so that another will not be left out.
My favorite child is the one who has an amazing offer to do something really cool and when her mom doesn’t “feel right” about it, she chooses to honor her mom. She later finds it turned out to be a bum deal.
My favorite child is the one who works tirelessly at her job or on her project to help another, even after she clocks out or at the expense of her own time to relax.
My favorite child is the one who calls her mom to tell her she’s concerned about her sister because she’s not eating, she’s seeing a loser, she’s not sleeping, or a host of other out-of-character traits that she is observing. She reminds mom that the sister might listen to mom when she won’t hear it from anyone else.
My favorite child is the one who has to part with special items to pay her bills or to insure that she can buy something special for a sister’s birthday.
My favorite child is the one who goes shopping with her sisters and foots the bill, because she can and she loves to see how excited they are.
My favorite child is the one who plans the events that keep the family connected.
My favorite child is the one who is alone, away from home and family for the holidays, and calls to say hi knowing it will break her heart when she hangs up the phone.
My favorite child is the one who when using a questionable word, apologizes to her mom to preserve the purity of their relationship.
My favorite child is the one who sees her mom’s tears and cries with her and for her.
My favorite child is the one who calls from across the country or the world and says, “Mom, I can’t do this anymore!” And knows, that mom is on it. She learns quickly that she may need to come home or just have the encouragement of venting her feelings and know that her heart is heard.
My favorite child is the one who has to tell her mom some hard things about when she was growing up and has to muster up incredible courage only to learn that the bond between her and her mom only grows stronger as each one opens her heart.
My favorite child is the one who chooses to give back to her community, her country, and her world. She sees the value in growing up without everything because it helped her to develop empathy and compassion for others with whom she can relate to on a deeper level.
My favorite child is the one who cries alone in a faraway city when her heart is breaking with disappointment, having put great effort into making a job, a relationship, or another important event a success and things didn’t work out as planned.
I cheered as you learned to crawl, toddle, walk, run, swim, dance, ride a bike, drive a car. I watched you grow tall, walk alone, run from evil, dance for joy, endure the difficult times and press on when you felt like giving up. I have waited while you crossed the road, and prayed while you crossed the oceans. You were God’s best instruments for teaching me unconditional love, hope, trust, delight, how to pray, how to forgive, how to laugh, how to let go so you could soar, and how to view life as a series of miracles every day.
And, you will always be my baby! 😉