Maybe it's different this time. But that doesn't mean I love you less! Maybe I have less time to sit and hold you and stare at your perfect face because I'm chasing your brother around, but those little moments with you are just as precious.
Maybe I don't have the new mom obsession quite to the same degree, because well, I've done this before. It doesn't feel new. But you do. I am obsessed with your tiny self.
Maybe I don't cry when you move up a clothing size, but that's because I'm so excited to watch you grow and see who you become.
You see, I didn't know what to expect the first time around. I was so sad watching your brother grow so big that I didn't get to fully enjoy his babyhood.
So I'm enjoying this time, ALL of it. Including the growing and the changing.
I don't mind that you hate being set down, because I know I can always mop the floor later (probably). I don't feel the same pressure to get everything perfect and right because I've learned to let things go and pick my battles.
Lucky you little one, you're not the Guinea pig. I (sort of) know what I'm doing. You're getting a much more relaxed Mama than your brother did.
Learning how to juggle two is proving a challenge, especially since your whirling dervish of a brother absolutely never slows down. Again, though, it's teaching me that I have to sit back and just enjoy the ride. After all, if you can't beat em, join em!
Maybe it's different this time, little one, because I'm different this time. The one thing that isn't different is that I love you with my whole heart, and that's what counts.
