I feel bad. The number of blogs written about my son outweigh the number written about my baby girl. At least, the good posts. Poor G baby. The second born. The independent one who tends to be left alone because, well, she's capable of damn-near anything she sets her mind to.
It's not that I love her any less. It's not that I'm any less amazed by her. Her brother, being the first born, is the one that introduces me to the milestones, though. I revel in his accomplishments because he's the first. It's my first chance to revel. Before him, I had no opportunities to beam with pride over a child reading his first real sentence. My heart swells as a he tracks each word with his finger. I want to tell the world! My baby can read!
Next year (or maybe even this year knowing little Miss Independent), my heart will still swell as she begins to read. I'll still beam with pride. More than likely, though, I probably won't be shouting it from the rooftops. Well, maybe IRL, but not in Bloggyland. It's unfortunate, but it's been done.
Today, though, my blog is all about G. She's the first. I've never received been in such awe. Sure, I've had teachers brag on my son. However, the compliments about her have gone beyond mere compliments. The comments are pure, out-and-out worship!
My stubborn, independent, dogmatic little girl is kind and nurturing beyond her years. Last week, her pre-school teacher stopped to talk to me about her. The teacher began to tell me about how my little girl helped a special needs classmate. Every day. She helped him get on the bus. She helped him off the bus. She helped him at school, in the classroom.
This child, who did not speak, began to speak to my little girl. The teacher went on to say that the parents of the child even inquired about the magnificent changes in their special child. Ms. Teacher, a wonderfully humble lady, refused to take credit for his accomplishments. Instead, she told those parents about the bond their son had developed with my G.
As I continually question my parenting style, I forget to recognize the things that are right with my family. I was glad to be reminded of how good my kids really are. Both of my children are extremely kind.
My son would give anyone the shirt off of his back. And has on more than one occasion. He may not share with his sister, but he will give his most prized possession to his best buddy of the day. G's more discreet with her generosity, though. She is more apt to help someone in need rather than shower her friends with gifts. She has a beautiful, kind heart nonetheless. And in the grand scheme of things, isn't that all that matters???
