Which Child Do You Love More?

My friends say that I love my first born more than I love the second baby. When they told me this, I took a step back and reflected...and I didn't know I did it but had to take it as a given. To me it wasn't that I loved any child any less because a mother's love is whole no matter how many times divided...but I figure my favorite child at any given moment is whoever needs mothers love the most. I love them both crazy but I guess how I am with each child depends on the child themselves...my youngest more independent child loves her space and the way I love her is giving her room to be and do whatever she wants but she always mummy is there when she needs her..My first born on the other hand is more clingy and we have endless conversations...and apparently I talk about her more so I give her what she needs also but also encourage her to be more independent...

Perhaps it is true, I don't love them equally, for one we can never measure love. But I try my best to love them equitably..both know that mama is here and love them like crazy...and at times I don't even like them, all I want is space to be alone and disappear. Being needed at this level is exhausting...but I wouldn't exchange it for the world. So I pose this question to you...which child to do you feel or friends and family feel that you love more?

Liar...Cheater...Lover

He cheats. He lies. He sleeps around.
But her kids future are secure with him.
She has sacrifised her own happiness,
for her kids prosperity, for being called
a respectable woman. For being married.

It is easy for you to judge her,
for you to point fingers at her,
for you to laugh at her, because
you don't understand her dilemma.
You don't know its your dilemma.

She knows her man, and what he gets up to,
But he is a great father, supportive of her dreams,
Its not easy to give all that up,
and try to not poison her kids
against her husband, their father.

She knows how you lie to yourself,
that he cheated on you just once;
that it was a mistake. Here's a truth:
Cheating is a choice not an accident.
Falling off a bike is an accident,
but you don't trip and fall into a vagina.

So before you start pointing fingers,
make sure your hands are clean.
Compromise and sacrifice are
her crowning glory, she is waiting
out her victory. Patience, perseverance,
companionship, there is love there.

Years later, when her children
finally understand that she pawned
off her happiness in exchange for theirs,
they will love her always, they will treasure
her immensely, hold her in high esteem,
she will have found the love she has given him,
cloaking her when she hugs her children.