I remember when my eldest was a baby, and youngest wasn’t around. I remember how sweet and little he was… how come when i see youngest i miss eldest at youngest size. Did that make sense?? I long for when eldest was that size again, i miss him at that age. He was so funny and so different from youngest. But eldest is the best big brother i’ve ever seen, he loves to help take care of his brother but; I can see how an older sibling could be jealous of a younger one. They see mommy gush all over them saying how much they missed it when they looked that cute… I bite my tongue and tell him: “OH [eldest] he’s JUST as cute as YOU were when YOU were that small!” He seems to like this.
|Eldest at a weekish…|
I can only imagine how I am going to feel when youngest is three. It brings tears to my eyes thinking EVERYDAY “wow this is one of the last days you’ll do this…” etc.. Isn’t that a sad thought? Seeing them do their first clumsy clap only to see them two days later clapping like a pro… you find yourself missing the clumsy babiness of they once possessed.
|Youngest at a weekish…. (maybe a couple days)|
Then, as always, my thoughts bring me to my mom. How she must have thought looking at me as a teen, then as a young mother; even if it was only just for a little while. When my eldest was born you know what the first thing i did was?? I called my mother and apologized for “everything” whatever that meant to me or her. She couldn’t be there since she was going threw chemo and it was a really long labor etc.. it would have been to hard on her body.
|my mommy and me.|
I miss her. Go call your moms and tell them you love them… *sigh*