My Favorite

My favorite

Before I had Olivia, I wondered how I would ever love another child as much as I loved Olivia.  I wondered if I would split my love or if it would grow.  

 

Obviously, all of you with more than one child know that it's not even something worth a minute of thought.  Your heart just multiplies.  You could have two children or twenty and you would love them all just as much. 

 

 

There have been a few times I have received comments by people who will say "Isha is so obviously your favorite. I feel sorry for Olivia".  And then a few weeks later someone will comment and say "It's so clear Olivia is your favorite.  Poor Isha."

I get so tickled by that.

 

There is no way either of my girls could be my favorite.  I love them both so much and so equally.

Sure there are days one might be my favorite.  There are days one wakes up on the wrong side of the bed and whines and fusses all day while the other is a happy, sweet girl and I would be lying to say in that instance - I completely favor one.  And I think you would be lying if you said you didn't have those same moments.  And the next day they flip roles.

My girls are unique and completely different from one another.  And I love and embrace their differences.  I love and discipline them differently because of their personalities.

 

My goal is to make each of my girls feel like they are my favorite.  Not in a way that would make them feel smug over the other but in a way that makes them feel secure in my love and confident in what a special person they are.  My Daddy always used to tell me that I was his favorite daughter.

 I whisper in Isha ear often that she is my favorite three year old in the entire world.  And I snuggle up with Olivia as often as possible and tell her she is my favorite five year old of all times.

Do I have a favorite child?

Yes.

But it's a tie.