Dear Third Child…
Let me start off by saying just how incredibly blessed I feel to be able to call you mine. Once again, my heart expanded when you first kicked me in the rib cage, when our eyes first met, when you first smiled at me, when you drew comfort from the simple fact that you were near to me (I do this too).
Your daddy and I were unsure how having a third baby would affect our family dynamic, and since the day you were born you’ve fit right in. It’s just like you’ve always been here. Always been here to watch your siblings play with such intensity and a twinkle in your eye that seems to say “Just you wait until I’m mobile.” Always been here to share your sweet slobbers at the last second when we go in for a kiss on the cheek. Always been here to throw your voice into the mix of our noisy household. Always been there to share a giggle and brighten our days with your joyful smile.
Our days are action packed. We rarely have what they call “free” time to just be. Those moments are special and when we do get them, we are tempted to nap them away. We get up early to take your brother to school and try our best to get our work done during the day so we can all have family time in the evenings. We eat, sleep, repeat with a little playtime in between.
Sometimes, ok a lot of the time, I feel a little guilty that I don’t have as much time to cuddle, sings songs, read books and play with you as I did when your brother and sister were little. You often get the worn down, exhausted version of me. But I’m here. And I always will be, Lord willing.
On the plus side, you have developed a close relationship with your siblings. They love to play with you, bring you toys, sing to you and they pride themselves when they are successful in making you giggle. And they really love you so much. They love to help take care of you, especially your sister. Your relationship warms my heart.
If you ever feel like there’s just not enough time for you, here are some things I want you to remember…
You are special.
You are important.
You are loved.
You are a gift from God.
Although it seems like I am always busy, you still have my heart. It’s yours and it always will be. And there’s nothing that can change that. Your daddy and I love you just as much as we do your brother and sister. You may cry a little longer sometimes, wear hand-me-downs and get less one-on-one time than they did as babies, but we love you just as much.