Mama Wore That: I'm The Little Sister

Clara has my whole heart.  Like many parents expecting their second child, I'm sure, I used to wonder while I was pregnant how there would ever possibly be room in my heart for another child.  Everyone assured me there would be, and I believed them, but simply couldn't imagine how.  Clara has my whole heart.  From the moment she arrived though, it became immediately clear that Eloise also has my whole heart.  She may not yet have the full personality that Clara does and she may not be able to construct a sentence that melts me into a puddle.  She may not look at God's creation with a level of wonder and amazement that humbles and inspires me.  She may not grab onto my neck with the same force or be able to ask me for hugs or if I will play with her, but Eloise has my whole heart.  I can't wait to see who she will become and what special things I will admire and adore about the soul that God has given her.  But before any of that has fully developed I can already say with complete confidence that she is something truly special.   They each have my whole heart.

One of the things that Eloise and I will always share is that we are the little sisters.  Being the baby in a family is an important and special role and I will always understand how she feels being the little sister.  If you met me and didn't know I have an older brother, you might assume from my personality that I'm an oldest child (I chalk it up to two parents who were first borns and a family culture that was pretty type-A and driven as a result), but I'm a little sister and that's just one special thing that Eloise and I will always share.  So when Clara (unintentionally) makes you feel like you're not big enough or smart enough or cool enough, Eloise, know that you are and I get it, baby.  When she lords it over you that she has a cell phone or a driver's license or whatever the thing is in another decade that kids just have to have and you're not old enough yet, I get it, baby.   If they accuse you of craving the spotlight or needing attention or trying to always please, just know sweet Eloise, I get it, baby.  You and me, we're the little sisters.

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