In a summer filled with one huge DOWN, and some smaller ups, we’re ending with a pretty big up.
Little Iggy turned 6 today.
And I try to think back to where on Earth these 6 years have gone.
Because parenting is filled with “Where has the time gone” moments, isn’t it?
I feel like just yesterday I was at the hospital wondering who this child was going to be as she came into our lives.
“Could I possibly love her as much as her sister? Is equal love remotely possible?”
And that night (she was born at night), I learned that yes. Yes indeed. Equal love is most certainly possible.
Over the years I’ve learned that different doesn’t necessarily mean equal though, does it?
Because I love both of my girls. So. Very. Much.
But they are so different.
They need different approaches, they like different things, they have different moods, they’re good at different things.
I feel a different love for each of them. But that love is most certainly equal.
When we, as parents, wonder (and we ALL do) whether we can ever love a second (or third or fourth or fifth or SEVENTH as in my brother’s house) child as much as a first . . . we learn.
The heart has infinite capacity for love. Infinite capacity for joy over watching each child reach milestones.
And even as you may watch one child struggle with their milestones, you may see the other one triumph in theirs.
Reminding you that life is beautiful. And painful. And simple. And complicated. And comforting. And scary.
And joyful at its core.
Because every day you have with your loved ones is a day to rejoice, cherish, and never take for granted.
So Happy Birthday to one of MY most cherished loved ones, Little Iggy.