I was listening to an interview with an author today. He had written a novel about a father with 13 children. The host asked, "Do you think it is possible for a father to love all thirteen children equally?" The author, one of only two kids, said no. He thought the father could remember isolated accomplishments well enough to
pretend to love his children equally, so they felt love, but not to
actually love them equally.
I disagree. Though my father loves all 13 of his children
differently, I think we are all equally loved. As in any relationship, there are seasons when that love is felt more deeply, but I know my dad (and my mom) love all of us.
It makes me sad to wonder how this author was loved, and whether the love from his parents was unconditional.