My third born
You are my third born,
You entered my motherhood years after I’d had practise.
Yet it feels like you have been here forever.
I worried you’d be forgotten in the chaos. That you’d be left behind by your older siblings because life is so busy.
And it’s true. The days are the busiest they’ve been since you.
But they’re also the fullest.
You have enriched everything about life as we know it.
You bring everything that matters to the forefront and remind me to focus on that.
You are my forefront too.
I worried I’d have less time for you.
Sometimes that’s true.
But what’s also true is that the moments alone are more precious than ever.
Now knowing the speed of time, I cherish every second I have with just you.
In those moments,
You get me.
And I get you.
Completely.
It’s the silver lining that feels more like gold.
I worried when others suggested I was crazy for wanting a bigger family.
And maybe I am.
But I’m not crazy because of you.
I’m crazy about you.
I’m crazy for the life you have given us.
I’d be crazy not to have you.
Because now I know.
Three’s not a crowd.
It’s our home.
And I wouldn’t live here without you.