I was the eldest of four girls.
And now I have three of my own.
I now see very clearly, the complexities of birth order.
I thought I had it tough.
Little did I know.
As the eldest you blaze your own trail.
No one to follow, no one to compare yourself to.
As I watch Youngest watching.
I see how she tries to follow in their footsteps.
These beautiful, bright, bigger than life sisters.
I know the imprints will be far too big for her.
And I want her to know,
truly know, that her footsteps are just perfect.
I want to whisper in her ear,
"They are just the right size."
Even though I know she will brush away my words,
trying to match each and every toe to theirs.
She didn't know them at age eight.
She doesn't remember "their" eight.
If she could, she would realize
she is exactly where she is supposed to be.
Of this I am certain.
And as all mothers do, I want to clip her wings and keep her close.
I want her to know deep in her heart,
There is no need to hurry.
That life is like her favourite Harry Potter.
To truly understand...
Each and every page needs to be read.
Trying to skip chapters just makes the story confusing.
Take your time Youngest,
and enjoy each and every page.
One day you will fit into your sister's shoes.
And they may even ask to borrow a pair of yours.
And hopefully the three of you,
will walk through the many miles that life has to offer,
This is my wish for you.
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