I have a habit of telling each of my boys, "You're my favorite [insert age] year old boy!" Summer10 is old enough to have figured out that he's my only 10 year old boy so of course, he's my favorite one. He still likes it anyway.
Last week, while I was getting Winter4 ready for bed, I gave him a big hug and told him that he was my favorite 4 year old boy. [I'll admit that I was thinking, "I still love you after all the trouble you've caused today.] I thought we were alone but I later realized that Spring7 had been lurking. Shortly after Winter4 was in bed, Spring7 came up to me and whispered, "Mommy, you should be careful what you say. We know I'm your favorite boy."
I worry about emotionally providing well enough for each of my boys. If I raise each boy thinking that they're my favorite, I'm probably doing okay!
I just hope I don't have to listen to that argument when I'm on my deathbed. "Mom always loved ME best!" "No! Mom always loved ME best!" Four times over!
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