Dear second child,
I love you just the same.
I needed to say it. I needed to hear myself say it. I needed YOU to hear me say it.
The time between that second pink line and your first cry is a blur.
I don’t get to hold you as often as I would like because my hands are always busy.
You spend a lot of time being rocked by your swing or sung to by your toys.
I don’t always get to soothe your cry the moment it sounds.
With your brother, I could do it all. I felt like I had it all figured out.
I got to hold him as much as I wanted. I spent all my time staring at him. I got to talk and sing and play all day.
But you have to share me.
I have often stressed about this. Wondered if you feel jipped. Worried you aren’t getting enough. Thought about your happiness.
Do you feel loved?
Are you getting what you need?
But each night, when the house is finally dark and quiet, I find the answer.
Yes, sweet second child, mommy loves you just the same.
Just as much.
Just as big.
Just as unconditionally.
You may not get as much of my time, but you definitely have just as much of my heart.
Originally published on the author’s Facebook page