Tucking in Doodlebug last night, I cooed. . .
“Even if I don’t say it every single night at dinnertime, I am thankful for you.
I am so so thankful for you, for Rascal, for Smiley, for Daddy, for the dogs.
I am crazy-thankful for our little family.”
She smiled. “But who are you the MOST thankful for?”
“I am thankful for all of you, sweetie. I love you all. Now, good night. Sweet dreams.”
“But wait. You always say that, but really, who are you the most thankful for, because I know that I am thankful for a lot of people but I still have my favorites.”
“Baby, I’m tired. We’ve talked about this a million times before.”
“And you never answer me.”
“Remember that book we all like so much, You’re All My Favorites? It’s just like that–no matter who is biggly or littley, girl or boy, with or without patches. All that stuff.”
“Yes, but really. You can tell me.”
I sighed, feeling more weary than charmed. “Doodle, a Mom’s heart doesn’t work that way. It stretches and grows in infinite ways with each child. I love all of you–differently but the same.”
“Ok, differently but the same.” She paused. “But who do you love the MOST?”
Exasperated, I raised my voice. “Doodlebug!”
“I KNEW it! Good night, mama!”
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