When I had my first daughter, I was consumed by a love that I never thought could be replicated. It wasn’t an easy start for us. I had a c-section and a rough recovery. Followed by months of postpartum depression, but by the time she was six months old, I had a mini best friend that I couldn’t wait to spend my days with.
We had five amazing years with our daughter as an only child. And then we had not one, but twins next! I wondered if I would love them in the same way I loved my firstborn.
I soon learned that you can’t love any two people in the exact same way. No two relationships follow the same path, and it is ok to love each of them in their unique way. Make no mistake, I love my children equally, but not the same.
I love my oldest daughter because she made me a mom and continues to help me build my path of parenthood. Everything she and I experience together is new and exciting and makes each day special.
I love my second daughter because she helped my heart grow two more sizes with her sweet and kind soul. She shows me what strength and perseverance should look like and how, when we want something, we have to put our whole selves into it.
I love my son because he is the purest love I have ever experienced. His love is the definition of unconditional. He lets me make mistakes and still thinks I am the best thing since sliced bread.
