My baby is home! I get him for almost a full month; I am one happy mom.
My baby is my middle child. Which may seem weird. Let me explain.
I gave birth to two sons, nineteen months apart. They were babies together, preschoolers together, often mistaken for twins because they were gorgeous and the same height.
They could not have been more different. My eldest was, from the very start, his father’s son, which delighted me. Is there anything more amazing than holding your firstborn child?
My younger son was, in many ways, my boy. He loved being my baby, being held and snuggled and, yes, babied. Is there anything sweeter than a contented baby?
They were and always will be my firstborn and my baby. My boys.
When my boys were in middle school, we adopted our daughter. She is my one and only girl.
I am certain she was a beautiful infant, because she was a beautiful six year old when we first met. I missed her baby years; her first steps, her first words, all those milestones belong to someone else’s memories.
She was never my baby, but she is my girl. If there is anyone more joyful than parents who have waited years for a child, it is a child who has waited years for a family.
So there it is, I have my firstborn, my baby, and my girl – in that order. Each unique and precious to me; I could not love them more.
What’s the birth order in your family?