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As a married-in member of my husband’s family, as far back as I can remember, he has been teased about being his Memaw’s favorite.  I’ve heard said he could do no wrong in her eyes.  At times these comments kind of pierced me a bit.  I’m not sure it ever did him.  I guess I didn’t really want them making fun of my man.  Sometimes, I felt the jealousy that was associated with the comments and that would rile me a little.  But thinking of these times (and comments) as our sweet Memaw is nearing the end of her life, I only smile.  I think of how her eyes lit up when he came in the room.  She would look that same way or sometimes even more so when my son came in as well.  These two were her “Buddy” and “Little Buddy.”  She didn’t love any of her family any less.  She just loved her buddies perhaps in a different way.  It’s not a level thing.

Seriously, it’s easy to have my husband as a favorite.  I know I’m typing this from a biased opinion, but really… He’s a good man.  First and foremost, he loves Jesus.  He always helps people when they need it.  He goes out of his way to do so.  He is loyal and respectful.  He’s never been a crude or gross individual.  He takes care of his family.  He works and not just his regular job.  He’s always working on something.  He’s a great candidate for a FAVORITE.

A lot of people say you shouldn’t have favorites.  You should show everyone the same love.  I understand their point of view.  We should all show brotherly love to all of God’s creations.  When it comes to the people we interact with (family or not), I don’t think we love one more than the other… it’s just a different love.  On my job, I do not rank my students in some type of list.  And I do not believe Memaw ever did that with her family.  She did all she could for all of them.  It just happened that perhaps her buddies were closer and able to help her more or to go see her easier than other members of the family.  Everyone has this situation in their family.  Everyone has ones closer than others.  That doesn’t mean you are less loved.

So, as for favorites?  As I said, I understand the point of view of how some people say you shouldn’t have favorites, but I think favorites are just a part of our lives.  We have people that are closer to us.  We have people who fit us better.  We have friends and family members who we just get along with better than others.  Why is calling them a FAVORITE so wrong?  I have a favorite Uncle who has always been my fave, because he has always listened to me.  He’s always been an encourager.  He LOVES me and just calls to tell me that and that is it.  He’s one of my favorites!

So, I say again, Why is calling someone a FAVORITE so wrong?

I bet YOU are someone’s favorite.  😉




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