My children are all beautiful. They all amaze me every day. I love them completely equally. But as they grow, I find that I love them as individuals, for the unique people they are becoming.
My oldest is incredibly smart, funny, and beautiful, but more than anything she is kind. She tears up when something sad happens in a movie. She goes out of her way to help anyone she can, however she can. She asks me regularly how I'm feeling, and if there's anything she can get/do for me. She "mothers" her younger siblings, with so much love in her eyes. She's also fiercely protective of them, and jumps between them and any perceived threat without a second thought for herself. She expresses a desire to jump into movies and warn the "good guys" about the "bad guy" and his intentions. She doesn't always like the rules, or necessary discipline, but she has enough maturity and perspective to trust her parents and always loves us regardless. She shares her feelings with us readily and asks for help dealing with the negative ones. Her desire for knowledge is insatiable, and she loves to learn. At only 6.5 years old, she seems so much older. She is such a beautiful soul, and I hope she always retains her thirst for knowledge, truth, and love.
My middle child is truly unique. She is my Sunshine/Thundercloud. She can go from giggling and happy, to closed off and angry/crying, in seconds flat. She is ridiculously sharp-minded, and perceives much more than one would expect of a 4.5-year-old. She's full of constant questions, and so strong willed that she will repeat those questions endlessly in an attempt to get the answers she wants. Her determination is without equal, that's for sure. She loves to be loved, though she can be slow to bestow her own affections on others. And when she does, she is the snuggliest, sweetest little thing. She has her own way of doing things, and nothing anyone says will get her to do things differently, or on any timetable but her own. She marches to the beat of her own drum, and I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. She is unbelievably intelligent, and once she gets past the "dreaded fours" (age 4 has been the hardest of all with both girls), she'll be even more of a fascinating little joy than she already is.
My son, though he is only 1, is already a force to be reckoned with. He's smart, he's strong, and he's made it clear that it's his way, or the highway. He's a bright, bubbly, happy little boy, but when he's angry he makes sure everyone knows it. He has a compulsion to climb and explore and understand his world through physical means, and he will go to any lengths to achieve his purpose. He eats like a frat boy, and loves nothing more than mealtimes with family. Snuggles are a necessity at nap and bed times, and he's finally starting to understand that nighttime is for sleeping. His shrieks of laughter are so joyful, and the way he analyzes everything he encounters is fascinating to me. He's certainly a trial when it comes to keeping him both safely contained AND entertained, but that's normal for this age. He's an adventurous little wonder, and I can't wait to see who he grows to be.
I love these little miracles my husband and I have created, with all my heart, and I'm eternally grateful for them. I look forward to many, many more years of watching their personalities develop, and helping them to become everything they're capable of being.
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