the favorite child
my daughter is obsessed with being The Favorite Child. she brought it up in my Mother’s Day card, then again at the dinner table. this has gone on for years. my son has gotten touchy about it, fights back, no I’M the favorite child. their papa tells whichever one he’s with they’re the best, then, shhhhh don’t tell the other. i’ll tell you the truth, which i don’t dare tell them: i could not possibly pick one, but i do love that they both fight for it. each one knows that they’re worthy of being the favorite. both day dreamers imagining a better world in the leaf shadows outside their windows, both certain of their own genius, confident in their ingenuity, both not too shy to declare themselves the center of my spinning universe.
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