I just watched a tv show and the mother of that show was accused to not love their children equally. She was accused of having a favourite child.
I always felt like that! I always felt different from my sister. My brother was most definitely not my mother’s favourite child as he grew up with my grandma. And when we had a conversation together with my grandma my mother even admitted that my sister is my parents favourite, as well as my grandma admitted that I was hers and you know what? That was okay for me!
However in the tv show the mother said, that this one child was easier (in his behaviour) than the others.
And there is the point:
I love all my children the same. But every now and then one of my 4 is so difficult that I wish I could just turn my back and walk away. As in walk out of them. Of course I don’t do it! But in these situations it feels like I love the others more purely because they are easier to handle, easier to love.
Of course I always try to make it up to the least favourite one at the time because I don’t want them to feel less loved and maybe one day when they are all grown up and fled the nest they look back at their childhood, thinking they felt loved and supported no matter what.