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I know that some might say that I am going to hell for this opinion, but…

February 7, 2010

I could not care less that it is Super Bowl Sunday.

Just sayin’…

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Having a “favorite” child.

February 5, 2010

I think that the worst kept secret in parenting is that many parents can and actually DO have favorite children.

Gasp!

Some truly do not, but it is way, way more common than it appears and it can range from kids having no idea their parents prefer one child to another (YAY!)  to the extreme asshole/possibly abusive end of the scale where  it is painfully, horribly obvious to everyone that there is a Golden Child. (BOO!)

(If you couldn’t tell it’s, um, way better to strive for the former than the latter.)

I have loved people that have born the brunt of being less favored (in the icky way) by their parents and it is so hurtful to them. Even if you feel loved and appreciated by your parents it can sting when  they just find another sibling more compatible/interesting than you are. People deal with the fallout of this in different ways and it depends on the extent of treatment but they all seem to go through stages of  insecurity, anger, resentment and confusion to varying degrees of intensity. Hopefully they can come to terms with it but some carry severe scars of it their whole lives.

And that is so very wrong.

As parents most of us strive to love, interact, treat, like and feel equally about our kids, but ”equal” in parenting doesn’t really exist.

Some kids need more from their parents than others. Some kids sap their parents emotional and physical reserves far more than their other kids. And yes, some parents just LIKE one kid more than the others. And the tendency is feel horribly guilty about it.

I disagree.

If you are doing your best to make sure your kids needs are met and that they feel loved and secure, I don’t believe that it is wrong.

Trying to be fair in what you give and show to your children doesn’t mean that you can dictate emotional reaction at a base level. Kids are still people, and there are people you get along with naturally better than others. Even if they are the fruit of your loins and you love them dearly.

There are other reasons for having favorite children.

For example?

I absolutely have a favorite.

Here he is:

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My life, my joy, my baby boy.

Note the word I used there?

Baby?

It’s a biggie, folks.

I have had 4 boys and ALL OF THEM HAVE BEEN MY FAVORITE AT THAT AGE.

For me it’s the age, not the child.

(Although, I DO confess to the shine on James’ star being slightly dimmed when he tells me that I am going to die alone in a nursing home since he will never get married or have children because I won’t let him stay up to watch, “Annie” and “HOW CAN I  UNDERSTAND WOMEN IF YOU DON’T LET ME WATCH CHICK FLICKS, MOTHER?!!!!!”.  Sigh.)

Sure, character traits, temperament, and likes and dislikes make some kids mesh easier than others, but I have wildly different children and I truly love each of them for different reasons. I LIKE them on different levels depending on the day. One is easier to get a long with on a day-to-day basis, but he has so many qualities and loves with me that it all comes out pretty even Steven in the wash.

But yes…I confess to having favorite ages, and NO age is more loved by me than “BABY”.

I WORSHIP my babies.

Utterly.

Blindly.

Passionately.

And I don’t apologize for it.

The good thing is?

Aaron is everyone’s favorite in my family.

I do not have to fight insecurity in other children that are threatened by the new baby. You can bet if one of my children were feeling that way I would go out of my way to fight it so that they felt just as loved. As it is, I still have stepped it up with my youngest to make sure we have some “Mom/son” time that is just us and his Dad takes him on outings all the time.

But really, it is a non-issue.

There are few household activities that trump BABY TIME!!! My boys, Jonathan and I all come running when someone announces, ‘Look at what the baby is doing!”. The boys beg to help bathe, feed, rock, play with and “have bro time” constantly. My Dad calls multiple times a day to check on him and to tell me to kiss him and tell him not to give away all his kisses before Grandpa sees him next.  My mom loves Wednesdays when they watch him while Jonathan and I have choir practice, even though they are in their mid 70′s and it’s not as easy as it used to be for them. They LOVE all my boys but like the rest of us, there is just a special light that shines with a baby.

For everyone.

After everything we have all been through, I am just so happy that he is here to BE the favorite.

We all would have it no other way.

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I should probably start off this post title with a warning telling you all that I have pretty much guzzled my weight in green cough syrup. Which, due to my non-drinking, Mormon upbringing and freakishly lightweight status means I am TOTALLY SLAMMED. So ya know…you have been warned n’ stuff. I loathe grody green cough syrup. Because I pretty much think this stuff tastes like ass. Or worse than ass. IS there anything worse than that? Wait…I don’t think I want to know that because really, tasting like ass is bad enough, thanks. MAN, does this stuff make you completely plowed. I think the Care Bears were here a minute ago. It also means that you don’t give a freaking frig about, uh…ANYTHING. Which totally comes in handy for me right now.Though I should probably have figured out that I shouldn’t go NEAR MY COMPUTER on any kind of mind altering substance. (I am quite enough sober, right?) but hey…it’s fun. And this is a nice stress reliever since I am working on like, 5 posts and 5 projects all at once. It’s nice to just throw something out there without being all anal and overthinking it all. Although I am probably going to have a killer case of posting regret in the morning. I hate computer regret. It sucks a duck. I need to learn to just just walk away from the computer. Or call a friend. Or eat an entire pie. I kinda think I vote for the pie because I have a fierce streak of phone anxiety. And the new phone I have has a touch pad keyboard and I suck at using it. I think that my extremities are too cold AND I have like, zero coordination and bad tech karma so I am pretty much screwed in this area. I mis-dial people ALL THE TIME ON IT.I swear I kept calling this Yak-tending Afghan dude one time when I was trying to order Chinese take out. Or maybe it was the right number and I just really suck at accents, who knows? Which reminds me, if I call my bank to get a new ATM card ONE MORE TIME and cannot understand what the HELL the person on the other line is saying I am going to go open up a firece can of “Utah Pioneer Stock WHOOPASS” on someone. For reals. I don’t care that companies outsource but for the love of all that is holy I HAVE TO BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND 1 of 5 WORDS THAT COME OUT OF THEIR MOUTHS, OK? And I was just kidding about the whole “Utah Pioneer Stock” thing. I am freakishly weak. It’s a well known fact. Ask anyone. I also have a freakish hairline, which is only slightly less well known by people. And I am prone to cold sores when I am sick or under stress. Which is TOTALLY known by EVERYONE but people are polite and pretend to notice that I don’t have a growth the size of Mt.Rushmore on my face. Right now I have one on my lip. It’s awesome. And I am going to lunch in a few days with a total stranger. NOTHING says “GET TO KNOW ME!!!” like Herpes, right? Rad. Maybe I’ll insist that we go to that Chinese place that I tried to call earlier and see if there are any Yak-tending Afghans in the region. I hope not. I don’t have anything against Yaks, I just don’t think that they are very sanitary, you know? I’d also hate for a local business to be shut down just because someone bitched about a stray Yak hair ruining their Too Wong Foo entree party (or whatever). It would make me cry. And I have cried too much tonight. Which I totally blame on aforementioned green cough syrup of ass. It tends to make me just a tad emotional and a liiiitttlllee bit off kilter. Which explains why I am crying my eyes out over the soundtrack of “Goodbye Mr. Chips” and contemplating streaking down my snow laden street in the middle of the night. Nah. That just sounds like too much effort and I hate the cold. Dude just thinking about going outside nekkid right now is making my girly bits write letters of protest. Watch, so I will be getting a stern letter of censure from the UN. Not that the UN would take an expressed intrest in my girlie bits. It might cause outrage and lead to centure from…uh…wait….who centures the UN when they are in need of a sternly worded letter? I have no clue. I have no clue about a great MANY things. Like why THE HELL I still watch “Lost”. I swear that show exists PURELY TO MAKE MY HEAD EXPLODE WEEKLY. It’s like that bad boyfriend that you know makes you miserable but you just cannot walk away from. Just watch. The end is going to have Jack and Sawyer giving in to their pent up, frustrated man-love and getting married (Woot! Gay rights! Yay!) Kate will start making her own line of cuff jewelery with that ditzy,evitcted housewife from “Real Housewives: OC” and Sun will deliver her baby. Only it’s black and is the love child of that totally hot religous/drug-dealing guy that died in Season Two.The fact that she had a 4 year pregnancy is EASILY explained by that Jacob guy that is older than Jesus’s sandles only you have to go snorkle in a pond of Jello pudding and grab a purple lily pad on the bottom with the number 3 etched on it in ancient Arabic before he will tell you. Then the island explodes. The End. Now, I know that leaves I few loose ends. Like I know all of you want to know WTF Claire always looked fresh as a daisy but Kate looked like she wrestled daily with a pack of dirty bikers to get a buck for the payphone but too bad so sad…some mysteries on that island are just too much for the human mind to wrap itself around. Kind of like this post. Dude, I SHOULD have been a writer for Lost, right? Maybe I can submit this post as part of my portfolio of why they should accept me to prove that I can write things that MAKE NO FREAKING SENSE AT ALL! Will you all vote for me if I put a glittery badge on my site? Or ads? What if I took out an ad petitioning for a spot? No? You are already overexposed by that freaking mom and her freaking secrets about tooth whitening? Yeah. Me, too. In fact, if I see one more ad or Tweet about it I WILL hunt her down and throttle her for the eleventyhundred forks she has made me want to stick in my eye. Talk about over kill. Kind of like this entire post. Or post title. Whatever. Either way, I should wrap up. I’m tired and want to go to sleep for a eleventyhundred years. Which I think this stuff is totally capebable of making happen. Which means, in conclusion, that though it pretty much tastes like ass…

February 4, 2010

…green cough syrup TOTALLY has good points.

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