Favorite Child
I have been thinking of my father quite a bit lately. I'm not sure why - perhaps it is because I am getting older. And as I age it may be that I understand him more than I did when I was a younger woman. When I started having children he shared something with me that I have held on to for all these year. It left an impression on me and I have thought about it a lot lately. I'm not sure where he found it, but I want to share it with all of you. A Parent's Favorite Child Every parent has a favorite child. They cannot help it. They are only human.I have mine. That child for whom I feel a special closeness. The one I reach out to in a rare moment. To share a love that no one else could possibly understand. My favorite child is the one who was too sick to eat the ice cream at his birthday party, had measles at Christmas and wore leg braces to bed because she toed in. She was the fever in the middle of the night, the asthma attack, the child in ...