I had been asked by a mama of a growing family, who my favorite child was. And i was ready with an answer.
You see i had read a great quote from a distant mama...of a distant large family... of a distant generation... about favorites...and i was waiting to use it.
"Well i said," as i leaned in closer, laying my hand gently on her waiting wrist...."It's the child who is sick, or away from home, that is my favorite."
I could hear the slight gasp in her throat as those words made their entrance into her soul. She clutched her free hand to her heart as those words sunk in. Her eyes grew misty at that great answer. Her lips cracked a gentle smile. She nodded her approval.
We shared a mama moment.
Fast forward 15 years...to today....to this life...in this house...i was asked by a visiting mama who my favorite child is. And i was ready with an answer.
"Well," i said,"...as i leaned in closer, laying my hand gently on her waiting wrist..."It's the child who is the closest to me, when i need something."
Then i turned to Josiah who was sitting nearby in a chair..."Josiah," i sang, "Have i told you lately that you are my favorite? Now how about you hippety-skippety on out there and fetch your ma the mail?"
My friends eyes met mine as i turned back to her...she tipped her head to the side...shrugged her shoulders and responded..."Works for me."
We shared a mama moment.