Growing up (I had one sister), I always used to wonder how parents could not have a favorite. For example, I had a favorite aunt. That didn’t mean I didn’t love my other aunts, but I had one that was my favorite, for reasons of my own. Likewise, I had a favorite cousin, etc. So, I wondered to myself, how could parents not have a favorite? I didn’t for one second think that my parents didn’t love me or my sister and, in fact, it never really bothered me one way or the other whether they loved me more or my sister. But, I figured, one of us had to be the favorite.
Now that I am the father of three, I understand a little better, and will try to give you an insight. I have three children, Avraham (male, 8), Chaim (male, 6) and Tzivya (female, 5).
Avraham is my favorite child. He is my favorite because he is sharp as a tack. He’s extremely intelligent and I draw intense pride from his intelligence and the way he utilizes it. This is the kid who, at age five, on his own, explained to his kindergarten teachers what the trachea and esophogus were (my wife witnessed that exchange). When he brings home notes from his teachers saying that he is doing excellently, I have such nachas from him that I practically kvell. Another reason that Avraham is my favorite is because of his intense interest in animals and will spend every spare moment he has either reading about animals or playing Microsoft’s Zoo Tycoon on the computer. To him, a trip to the zoo isn’t just an outing, it’s an adventure.
Chaim is my favorite child. Chaim is my favorite child because of his sensitivity and intelligence. Chaim is more sensitive to the feelings of others than any other child I know. He will voluntarily give up his toys to other children, if keeping them will make them unhappy. He always has everyone’s best interests at heart. He’s the kid that if someone gave him two lollipops, he’d probably give them to his brother and sister. Chaim is also my favorite because of his intelligence. If you thought Avraham was smart, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Chaim taught himself to read at age three. Since he was yet a toddler, he always had a fascination with letters and numbers and could identify capital, lowercase and Hebrew letters at an extremely early age. Chaim is my favorite because he is a natural teacher. He will sit down with his sister and try to teach her to read. If he’s reading a book to her, he will stop and explain concepts he feels she might not understand.
Tzivya is my favorite. Tzivya is my favorite because of her sweetness, her grace and her smile. Tzivya’s smile could make your heart melt (true, I’m a bit biased on the matter…). Tzivya is my favorite because she is so fun. I can tease her, as a father, in ways that I cannot do with my boys. A long-running joke in my house is that we are going to change her name to “Hossenpfeffer.” She loves it when I play these games with her. I can tell her that I found a quarter behind her ear while we are waiting for her school bus. I can’t do that with my boys. Tzivya is my favorite because she is a joy to be around.
So, to sum it all up, all of my kids are my favorites, for different reasons. And I now understand the answer to the question that I had throughout my childhood.
Zev Steinhardt