In our house, if a decision needs to be made, my oldest daughter will go with the 'eenie meenie miney mo' method.  Of course, if 'mo' happens to be what she really doesn't want, she changes her game plan.

So it was 'eenie meenie...' that was going through my mind when I came across a post from a Mommy blogger that posed this question:

'If you had to choose between your kids and your husband, who would you choose?'

Curiously, I clicked on the comments section to see what kind of response this question garnered.  There were dozens and dozens of responses.  I read each and every one of them.  

Not one of the responses made a clear choice.  They were all 'I Love them all equally', 'why would I have to choose?', 'how could I choose?', and, my personal favorite, 'we're all one big loving family'.

I get it.  We choose our life partners with the intent of staying with them for, well, life.  We love, protect, cherish, and so on.  I myself am a happily married individual.  But as I read each of the comments, all I could think was 'are you effing kidding me?!'.

In answer to what I deem as an absurd question, I will 100 out of 100 times choose my kids.  Now, don't get your knickers in a knot.  I will explain.

I will always choose my Children because:

1.   I made them.  I grew them and birthed them and will spend the rest of my days as their Mom.

2.  They are children.  I had my first child at 35, so I have 35 more years of experience than my oldest child. 

      It is my job to guide and protect them as they grow.

3.  My choices have brought them into this world, but my continued choices will forever be made with their

      best interest in mind.  

4.  Even if they grow up to be serial killers, I will stand by them.  They are mine and I am theirs.  Plus, serial

      killers rarely turn on their Mothers.

5.  My husband is an adult.  Which means he should have the capabilities to take care of himself if need be.   

      My children do not yet have these capabilities.

The North American divorce rate for first time marriages floats around 40%.  I don't know any divorced people who have said 'oh, I knew he was a douche, but the invitations were already sent out.'  Circumstances arise, life changes, and decisions are made.  Adult decisions.  

The rate of children divorcing their parents in North America floats under 2% (unless of course, you are Courtney Love or Francis Bean Cobain, who combined make up 0.5% of this statistic).  Statistics alone tell me that I am more likely to go through a divorce with my husband than with my children.

I love my husband.  I love my children.  These loves are fierce, and true, and deep.  And while thoughts of running off to Tahiti child free do cross my mind as my 2 year old splays herself on the grocery store floor and screams at the top of her lungs because I have put a stop to her bulk food section buffet, and my 3 year old sits in a crying heap on the sidewalk because I won't let him take off his hat in -17 degree weather, and my 5 year old runs sobbing from the car because I said it was time to wrap up her playdate, I still choose them.

I will always choose them.  They are mine and I am theirs.  They are 'mo'.