How did I become the mother of a 10 year old? Of course, back in March, I was wondering how I came to be a 40 year old! And never mind the fact that I am technically old enough to have a high schooler!
Today is Evan's 10th birthday. I remember so clearly the events of the day he was born. Funny how you remember more of those little details from your first child than those of your second or third. I can't imagine what it's like for that family in Missouri that's had like 18 kids!
Being the firstborn, Evan was the infant that I sat around holding, almost constantly, while he slept. Life was scheduled around his, well...schedule! He would wake in the night and I would rush in to sway him back to sleep in my arms. I would stand there in the darkness, holding my breath, to see if he was asleep and then tiptoe out of his room. With Jenna, I would rush to her room in the middle of the night, not to pick her up but to make sure her cries didn't wake Evan. With Owen, well...it's no wonder he is who he is sometimes. Talk about lots of tough love!
Parenting sure does change with each child. It just happens, completely unintentionally. I am the youngest of three children and my oldest brother has always contended that I got so much more and had it so much easier than he and my other brother. I don't believe my parents set out to give me more or offer me more opportunities.
In a couple of weeks, it will be Owen's turn as the Birthday Boy and a couple of months later Jenna will have her big day. I love summer birthdays! Sticky ice cream spills are much more tolerable outside than inside!