Really, she did. Growing up I didn't really care, I didn't like her anyway. The funny thing is, she and my sister fought all the time. They'd argue and scream at each other and finally my sister would yell, "I hate you!" and my mom would say, "I hate you too!" I'd cover my ears and run from the room. It made me crazy. (that's me on the left) But next thing you knew it had blown over and they were fine. I never fought with my mom, I never said much of anything to her. And if I had I would never have told her out loud that I hated her cuz if she'd said it to me I would have been totally devastated.
Not that many years ago I said to my sister, "Remember when you and Mom used to scream at each other when you were little and she would say she hated you? I've never forgiven her for that," and my sister said, "Really? Why? I knew she didn't mean it."
Whew! All those years I held a grudge on my sister's behalf and it didn't even matter to her. Maybe that's why they got along? Cuz they understood each other? Cuz they could fight and forgive each other?
For sure, my mom and I didn't understand each other and couldn't forgive each other anything. Once I wrote in my diary that I hated her (oh, more than once, I'm sure) and she found the diary (obviously it levitated out of its hiding place when she was cleaning my room) and read it and then told my dad. Tattletale. And my dad (whom I adored) had a little chat with me about respect and understanding. Which of course backfired since it gave me another reason to hate her: invading my privacy.
Looking back I'm sure she felt terrible about what I'd written and I feel bad about that, but what kid doesn't hate their parents at some point?
Do most parents have a favorite kid, do you think? They don't admit it but I'm thinking they always do. Just like kids have a favorite parent.
So I don't feel bad that my sister was Mom's favorite. Cuz I was Dad's.
Happy Mother's Day!