Being the Oldest Isn't Everything
I am the oldest of four children. As I grew up and became an obnoxious teenager and exchanged words with my Mom….I hate you….and ran away from home I always thought she loved my next youngest brother best. When I verbalized this as an adult my Mom said, “You love the one the best that needs you at the time”. She followed that up with but you are “#1”. From than on I signed all my letters and cards to her “#1”.
When I had my first child, a son, I thought no one in the entire world would ever be as gorgeous and wonderful. He is and was my “#1”. Later when number two needed foot surgery he was the one I loved the best. When number three was in the hospital she was my favorite.
When my first grandchild, Edie, was born my heart swelled so I thought it would burst. Last night my second grandchild was born, a boy, Ian Mark. Again, my heart is bursting with love and joy. My daughter is a Mom. How cool is that? Today I love my daughter and her son the best. But Edie you are #1 and always will be.