I Can't Help But Wonder...

if maybe someday I'll become the favorite.

Last week your Dad had to take you to dance class. Your begging him not to go couldn't override the $11.00 a week plus $75.00 uniform and $250 recital fees, so needless to say...you were going. And of course, the one and only Saturday I had to work, was the one and only Parent Participation Dance Class Day! Oh, how I was jealous. Oh, how I was envious. Oh, I how I smiled in delight after work when YOUR Daddy explained to me how you simply REFUSED to participate. Not only did you refuse, but you threw and all-out, hold-nothing-back temper tantrum which caused the both of you to leave early...and apparently, it wasn't pretty.

I smiled, inside of course, because for once, your father got to experience the joys of my life with you on a daily basis.

This week, when you were the first child to run into dance class and go and sit with the other girls, I thought for just a moment, maybe I was the favorite.