Of course I have a favourite child. It’s impossible not to. Before you judge me as an awful mother, I do love my three children equally. But on some days, hell some minutes, I like one more than the others. Of my three boys, which is my favourite? Basically the one that’s not chucking a tantrum or screeching demands at me. There’s no simple answer, my favourite child is constantly changing.
At 5.50am – My favourite child is the one who shuts the dishwasher door, telling his little brother that ‘it’s sharp’ .
6am – The child that is still sleeping, he’s the favourite. You can’t cause your Mum angst when you are sleeping.
6.35am – My favourite child is the one sitting in his high chair tucking in to his second bowl of cereal, without complaint.
7.35am – the one who pulls at his clothes and says ‘me, me’ when I ask which kid wants to get dressed. He mucks around and refuses to actually get dressed, but at least he was enthusiastic.
8.40am – the kid who pipes up from the backseat of the car saying ‘you smell beautiful mummy’. How can I resist that sweetness? He’s my favourite child.
8.50am – the son who happily trots off to school and is out of my hair for the day. He’s the favourite, for now!
9.30am – the kid who smears sudocream everywhere, while making sure there’s a good coverage on the baby on the packet of wipes. It’s a red hot mess, but it’s cute that the baby was given special attention. That kid is my favourite.
12pm – the one who remains asleep as I transfer him from the car to his cot. That’s a parenting miracle. Good stuff buddy, you’re my favourite child!
2.15pm – the kid who is happily drawing his 30th picture of the day. All he needs is a constant supply of paper. The kid that is easy to please, surely that makes him the fave.
3.20pm – the kid who gives his $2 change from the Mother’s Day stall to a girl in his class to spend at the canteen. With such a generous heart, he must be my favourite child.
3.50pm – the kid who chats to his swimming teacher throughout the entirety of his swimming lesson. Seriously, what is he talking about? That kid makes me laugh, he’s my fave.
3.55pm – the one who is clearly the youngest in his swimming class but is trying his absolute hardest to keep up with the other kids. A+ for effort kiddo, you’re the favourite.
5.45pm – the kid with a poo in his nappy who insists that Daddy changes him. That’s a win for me and makes him the favourite child.
6.10pm – the kid who requests broccoli with his dinner and gobbles it up. He’s the favourite child, don’t you think?
7.20pm – the child that’s asleep, having dozed off at my breast. Him, he’s my favourite child.
10.44pm – the kid with the nightmare, because he still needs his mummy to feel safe. Even though he’s totally freaked out, he’s my favourite.
My first born, the one who made me a Mum, who is outgoing and makes friends wherever he goes. He’s my favourite, obviously. Oh, but what about the middle child? Always a diplomat, relaxed and chilled out by nature. How can I doubt that he’s my favourite? But the littlest lad, who completes our family, quick to laugh and full of adventure, with those big blue eyes. He has to be the favourite.
You see, I am conflicted. If I had to have just one favourite, well I wouldn’t be able to decide! Do you have a favourite child? Apparently most parents really do have a favourite!
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