My firstborn has been the stereotypical “oldest child”: easy, thoughtful, cautious, and compliant.
And for the first four years of his life, I thought his fantastic disposition had everything to do with my remarkable parenting skills.
Then his sister arrived.
She came on her own terms, beginning her life on this earth with a wild adventure and she hasn’t slowed down since. She has strong opinions, no fear, and is fiercely independent. She has a fiery temper and every moment of every day is completely driven by her emotions.
Make no mistake, we adore her.
But, my goodness, has this sweet little one humbled me.