They're all my favorites

Sometimes I can't help but have my favorite child.  Of course I love them all with a fierce motherly adoration.  Still there are times, moments, days, even weeks, when one steals a special place in my heart. But today they are all my favorites.

My favorite almost 6-year-old girl

You're my favorite because.....

• you got into a "fight" with the playground equipment and lost.
• you are such a kind child to others (and got a Kind Acts Award as proof of that generosity of spirit).
• you have such a funny giggle.
• you are sometimes so sweet and thoughtful to G, like holding his hand going down the steps or hugging him when something on tv scares him.
• you read me books and things you've written in school, and I am so proud that you are learning and becoming a reader.
• you have been trying really hard to give up your paci.  

My favorite 2-year--old boy

You're my favorite because...

• you've been sickly and whiney and have lost weight, and I can't help but feel sorry for you.
• you are the middle child and feeling rivalry with your little brother (which explains your constant petition, "I wanna nurse.")
• you are a little imp and tease.
• you reply "Right dare" and point to it when I ask "How's your nose?"
• you say, "My ear botherin you."
• your love of and fascination with cars knows no bounds.

My favorite 3-month-old boy

You're my favorite because...

• you have those wonderful rolls of fat.
• you smile at me with such trust and joy.
• you coo and squeal whenever I talk to you.
• you were a surprise.
• you are usually a very easy-going baby, happy to watch your brother and sister.
• you kick your legs and are endlessly fascinated with your fingers.

There is no question.  I have been immensely blessed.  And I am immensely exhausted.