More. More posts like this.

LOVE.

Lumps in throat lovely.

Years ago, I attended my husband’s grandmother’s funeral where each one of her ELEVEN children stood up and began their tribute with “You should know, I was Mama’s favorite.” And they all meant it. I can only aspire to be that good and fair.

What lucky little boys you have.

Aww, the last line of each made me smile. Isn’t it the luckies feeling in the world to be blessed with more than one favorite?

Yeah, what she said–forwarding to my boys, tears in my eyes.
Can you come fill out my kids baby books for me?
(And if you write a mommy book, I’ll buy it-full price.

:: weeping ::

Oh how I love this post.

Love it.

Love this. LOVE THIS.

Love it. Thanks for the reminder.

Lil’bug also freaks out if there’s something, besides toys, floating in her bath water. I’ve had to shower her on more than one occasion because of this. Frustrating beyond words. It’s just a hair/part of a dried leaf/ whatever!

Your post though, truly awesome.

Fucking awesome!

I love all the little details. What a fab mommy you are.

Love, love, love this! My boy turns one today and I’m already feeling weepy. You pushed me over the edge.

I have not got adequate words….this is just great….thank you, thank you….now write that damn book

{{gulp}}with tears streaming….

Crying- you are the bomb, Linda.

You capture this feeling so eloquently that, I, too, want to write apologies to my two children. Except that I have to yell at them for playing with the hose and wasting water first.

Oh yes. I so needed this post yesterday when I was losing my shoes every other minute. I needed it as a script.

Beautifully done Linda. Please don’t ever stop writing.

FYI – “losing my shoes” = “losing my shit”.

I’M sorry that I will never be as good a writer as you… Damn!

Ah…so enjoy your posts.

I need someone to come over and grab my thighs screaming that. But doing it lovingly. *laughing*

Motherhood is almost like a secret society. We love our children unconditionally, but that doesn’t mean they don’t make us lose our noodle on a regular basis. I think you’ve captured that perfectly. Well done.

Beautifully written!

[as a note, when I tried to click the link on my cell to go to your page, a whole lotta ‘prescription medication’ jibber jabber pops up on my screen after the ‘subscribe via email’ and before ‘daily piffle’. I’m not tech savvy, but I’m thinking something icky may be up in your website’s business.]

LOVE IT!!
I loved giving a deeeeeppp sniff behind my son’s (at the time) big ears. That developed into a nighttime routine of biting the tip of his nose, kissing him, smelling each ear and then biting the tip of his chin. To the point he would readily offer each part of his face to me…

Yes, indeedy, that was a terrific post. My siblings and I have always tried to figure out who was Mom & Dad’s favorite, and we never could. I think that’s the way it should be…to be equally loved, each in a different way. And that is the way it is with my two adult kids, too. Do not ever make me choose!

These are fantastic letters. I found myself nodding in agreement as they remind me of my own children and things we’re going through now (they’re almost 6 and 3).

Love the post.

Love, love, love this post. So cute. Plus, I can totally relate, having boys the same age. Thanks for sharing.

This made me laugh and feel wistful at the same time.

“I’m sorry that every so often you say, “What the HELL?” and instead of chastising you, I laugh.”

All kids – ok, most – are raised not to swear. All teenagers swear like banshees in private, in public. Usually out of earshot of their parents. All adults swear to some degree, some more, some less. How much depends on what the environment permits. Strange, huh? I think that was my favourite “I’m sorry.”

Secretly, though, they’re all my favourites. Hee.

So perfect. I loved both letters. I have kids about the same ages so I can definitely relate. I think you’re an awesome writer. So thanks for writing…

Oh wow. I think every parent can relate to this post at one time or another. I know I can. It almost made me cry and then Ian would be asking questions. Thanks for your elloquent words in putting emotions into truth.

*hapy sigh*

ok, fine…UNCLE! …you made me cry.
as the mother of two small boys myself (4 months and 2.5 years) i am a little obsessed with how you handle everything and i love, love, love this post.
i’m stealing your idea and writing a letter to my boys…soon. when i can find a pen…and paper…and time…and, oh, whatever… thank you.

Wow, this was just perfection. Off to go stumble this. :)

This post was (as usual) wonderful, and reminds me of a children’s book I bought recently – ostensibly for Annabel’s birthday, although at this point Katie is getting more out of it, I’m sure. It’s “You’re All My Favorites,” and the gist is that the three baby bears question their parents on how they can ALL be favorites, to which the parents’ response is that the oldest is their favorite first baby bear, the second is their favorite second baby bear, and the third is the third favorite. It doesn’t sound that great as I’m describing it, but it’s one of those that makes me teary. Much like your entry.

wow. wow….i so know how you feel.
i have 3 favorites, a 6 year-old girl, 4 year-old boy & 17 month-old boy. i wish i could explain how i feel so exactly. please don’t ever stop blogging.

I want you to know this is one of my favorite things you’ve written, and I’ve been reading you since a long time before Riley. I love it because I can substitute the annoying things my 19 and 16 year old boys are doing, and it still works. Um, not that I’m shrieking fat thighs at my 16 year old, but you know what I mean. Heh. I still miss nibbling on his fat little tummy. How the time flies. And they will always be my favorites.

Ahhh. We still do the stinky feet game! “Mama! Smell my toeses. They smell like roses!” Bahahaha! Never gets old.

Can I just cut and paste these and change the names to my kids’? This line: “I’m sorry for behaving as though I am simply enduring your presence, rather than enjoying it.” especially touched a nerve with me and it is something I think about every day. I am glad I am not alone.

Wonderful. And so true.

I love it!!! And it is amazing that boys smell like, well, boys from the moment they’re born. And I’m noticing that so many of us who blog are the mothers of boys- two boys to be exact. Is there something about raising two boys (and don’t forget hubby too) that drives us to the point of having to write it out????? Any sociologists out there? Ask the feds for a 20 billion dollar grant to discover why so many bloggers are the mothers of two boys. My paper listed the top 5 mom bloggers this week (don’t know how they arrived at their data) and 4 out of the 5 were moms of two boys!

This is awesome. I may have to do this myself… my favorite if of course the last line! My kids are so hugely different already and they are each my favorite but in different ways and for different things!

I love the part about squishing Dylan’s butt – we do that too and laugh all the time about it. This was great!

Oh Linda, please keep writing. Your words are a gift.

Gah! I’m crying at work!

I’m not a frequent poster but I’m a faithful reader. My boys are the same age as yours and seem to have very similar personalties. Seriously, this could be written for them as well. I’m sending my husband the link to this entry.

Heh. We call them “FATSOS” and are sure that in a few years we’ll have to explain to him that no, really, they are indeed called “thighs.”

So sweet.

p.s. travel sound machine with 20 options that douchebag baby can scroll through makes diaper changes bliss in our house these days. I could shave his head and he wouldn’t even notice….

My kid throws a fit about diaper changes too. What’s up with that?

This is so so so something I can relate to.

Wonderful!

Wow these were great. The first one especially echoed with what I’m going through with my toddler right now. There are a lot of moments when we just stare at each other in a mutual fit of “What is WRONG with you?!?!”

As usual…thank you. When I am in the midst of toddler HELL, it’s nice to be brought back to Earth. 90% of the time he is a hilarious, devious, energetic, bundle of joy. Why is it the 10% that sticks out so much? I appreciate you reminding me just how much I love my little boy, even if he is in the middle of this fourteenth fit of the day.

I want a healthy baby, that’s all, but man… I would really love having a boy. Not any more than I’d love to have a girl (of course, blah, blah, blah) but okay maybe just a little bit more. Just a titch.