Are You Your Mother's Favorite Child?
Are You Your Mother's Favorite Child?
Now you can finally find out once and for all.
Now you can finally find out once and for all.
Does your mother ever call you by a sibling’s name accidentally?
Are you a Marcia, a Jan, or a Cindy?
When your mother took you to the tennis court, you:
Would your parents forget your sixteenth birthday because your older sister (cough, Ginny, cough) is getting married the next day?
Does your mother rave about the various successes of your sibling(s) to you?
Which describes you?
When your mother was preparing dinner, you…
Which one is something your mom would say about you?
When your mother describes your birth, the labor/C-section was…
How many photo albums does your mother have dedicated to you?
When you were young and asked your mom where babies came from, she…
You’re Number 1!
You’re Number 1!
Congratulations! You are definitely your mother’s favorite child (even if she won't admit it). You are her reason for waking up every morning. Even if you're convicted of insider trading or some other heinous crime, she’ll still be proud of who you are. You may as well be an only child.
You are *a* favorite child?
You are *a* favorite child?
You mother loves all her kids the same, of course—which by default makes you one of her favorites! Sure, your siblings got brand-new clothes and possibly cars for their birthdays, while you got their hand-me-downs. Even from the younger ones. And sure, she may have forgotten to call you on your birthday a few times—but you know, she probably just had some cosmic life lesson in mind because she’s so maternal and wise and probably loves you so much.
Meh!
Meh!
When it comes to maternal love, you’re like the Sheryl Crow of siblings: Mama ain’t buying front row seats, but she's still a fan. You two have an implicit understanding that you’re just gonna do you, and she’s gonna let you do you and love you all the same. And why rock the boat? Just put your feet up and keep coasting, letting your other siblings duke it out.