I like to think that I’m a good mom, so I try not to compare my children. They are like snowflakes, after all. Each uniquely wonderful in their own way.
Although now that I think of it, aren’t all snow flakes wonderful in the exact same way? Like they’re pretty and we all “ooh” at them but then when they meet up with their snowflake friends, and prevent our kids from going to school, we hate them.
(Sorry about that segue. Also, I’m sorry that segue isn’t spelled segway).
So in order to avoid comparing my children, I will present things very factually, without much editorializing, so that you can see for yourself how different (but equally wonderful!) they are.
I had to go out of town for a few days and I asked my daughter if I could borrow her MacBook. It is her most prized possession. She got it for Christmas 2009 and it was her only gift that year and she loves it. Plus, she uses it for school work.
But when I asked her, she said “sure”. She didn’t hesitate, she didn’t sigh, she didn’t roll her eyes.
She said that I could have it and that she would share the desktop Mac with her brother. I offered her my PC laptop in exchange and she looked at me with pity and said, as she has said many times before, “that’s okay, mommy. I’d rather have no computer at all than a PC.”
And then I asked my son if I could borrow his suitcase. For two days.
“Why can’t you use your own?” he asked.
“Because mine is too big. And yours has wheels.”
“But it’s mine,” he insisted.
“I know it’s yours,” I told him. “But I want to borrow it.”
He was unsure.
“What if it gets stolen?” he asked.
“It won’t. I’ll keep an eye on it.”
“So you’re saying that while you’re asleep, you’ll still watch it? That doesn’t even make sense.”
So I did what any normal person would have done.
I borrowed his suitcase while he was sleeping.
Disclosure: I love both of my children. Equally. But I love their willingness to lend me things unequally.
One year ago ...
- I Have Not Yet Begun to Mock - 2010