My bon mot for the day...

[buddhamike]

If you have siblings and your parents told you they loved you all equally, they are lying. But understand they lie because most people cannot understand the truth. Your parents will always love one child more than the rest. But they doesn't mean they don't love ALL their children a ton.

Comments

[stealthdozer]

So dark the con of man?

[grayjedi]

As a parent (and therefore someone with a different perspective), let me retort thusly:

BULL. FUCKING. SHIT.

I may love my children in different ways and for different reasons, but in the end, the measurements all come out the same. And I am willing to bet the same for many, many parents out there. Your paintbrush is a wee too thick for this canvas, sir.

[bingaling4503]

I would have to agree with grayjedi I love both my children in different ways for different things but I love them both equally on the same level.

However I can say that I come from a home where there were 3 children and while growing up I never felt that either of us was loved more then the other, however now that we are adults I feel like there is a clear line as to who is each parents favorite.

Is that bad or good I guess its up for you to decide. I don't fault my parents for having a favorite because I am an adult and know that my parents love us all, but get along with each of us differently now that we are adults.

[plasmad]

I suppose in some cases, with some parents, one child could be favored over another, but I don't believe this is common. I would say a parent who favors one over their other children is immature. And I don't see how a parent could actually love one more.

In the case of adult children I'm certain it's not uncommon that a parent would enjoy spending more time with one than another due to shared interests or because they are more in-tune with each other. But this has nothing to do with the depth of their parental love.

[vickyunleashed]

It was never a secret at my house. Mom loved me. My father loved my sister. Mom tried to hide it; Dad made no bones about it, as in "I love your sister, not you."

I didn't cry at his funeral -- neither did my sister. Joke was on him.