The first time I saw her I fell in love all over again. I knew the feeling because of oldest child, and I didn't think my heart could possibly hold anymore love. It could, and it did. When I met her she was absolutely beautiful and she still is.
Middle child is the exact opposite of me. I am a tomboy and she is the epitome of a girly girl. She loves nail polish and makeup. Her favorite color is pink and she adores anything with glitter. I like understated beauty and glitter makes me itch. Raising middle child is a challenge.
Middle child is turning ten. She has been in this world for nearly a decade now and they have been ten of the best years of my life. I love that little girl more than anyone can possibly imagine. She is my world, as all of my children are. So when middle comes home from school crying because kids make fun of her or abandon her, it breaks my heart. As a parent, you talk your child through it and wait for things to pass, but with middle it doesn't go away. All summer she has been dreading this year. She knows that kids can tell she is different now. She knows she is different. I try to tell her that different isn't bad, it is beautiful and wonderful. But when you are ten, you don't want to stick out, all you want to do is fit in.
Today oldest child turns fifteen. It is a difficult day for me. Each of his birthdays are hard. Because he is the oldest, he is the first to do everything. He was the first to take steps, the first to go to school, the first to become a teenager. Now, it is his fifteenth year on the earth. God, I am getting old.
He was a pain to give birth to. I won't go into horrid details, but the child owes me. I don't let him forget it either. He was a beautiful baby. Oldest was so quiet and never cried. He was always so peaceful and happy. Even as he got older, he never changed. He could make anyone smile no matter what sort of mood they were in. Now, youngest child is exactly like him. They are kindred spirits, and they are best friends, even with the age difference.