I remember an article circulating around a while back written by a woman admitting she had a favorite child. I never actually read it, but I think it pretty much said that we all have a favorite kid.
We just don’t admit it.
I have been thinking about this favorite child thing for a long time. And honestly, I don’t have one.
I really don’t.
It’s more like a least favorite child.
I can’t say there is a kid in this house that I would want to spend more time with above and beyond all the others.
But there is definitely almost always a kid who I can’t wait to put into bed.
Who I’m praying will sleep just a little bit longer.
Or who I will gladly send off on an errand with my husband. Or my dad. Or anyone.
Number 5 held the title of LFC until about a week ago.
She was ruthless.
She threw fits of epic proportions.
I found myself dreading the sound of her bus slowing down at our driveway, because as soon as she stepped foot in the house, there would be crying.
And lots of it.
For any reason.
Because her ponytail fell out. Because she couldn’t get her shoe off. Because I looked at her. Because I didn’t look at her.
I’d spend my afternoons running interference.
Don’t get her started! Just leave her alone! Whose is that??? IS THAT NUMBER 5’S???
And in less than a month, Number 5’s behavior had completely changed.
No more fits. No more screaming. No more hysterics.
I don’t think it actually registered until she had a couple fit-free days under her belt.
I was sitting in the office, doing some work, and Number 5 was quietly coloring at the table next to me.
I turned to her and said, “You know, you have been cooperating so nicely lately. I can’t even remember the last time you had a freakout!”
And she said to me, “I know Mommy. I like being like this. I think I’m going to keep doing it.”
And she went right back to coloring.
And so, the torch has been passed.
Because as it goes, as soon as you get one kid on track, there is another one who will invariably take over.
There is a new LFC.
I won’t say who it is.
I don’t think I need to.
You can probably figure that one out all on your own.