Copyright 2006 by mamalang
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I have three kids, aged almost 8, almost 13 and 3 1/2. The oldest two are girls and the youngest is a boy. I love them all in equal amounts, but it's amazing to me when people say I love my kids the same. I don't love them the same...they are different and unique individuals, each with different good and bad traits. Therefore I love them all differently.
I love the oldest, (I think her nickname will be Bug) because of her stong sense of self, and although her attitude works against her and annoys the snot out of me most of the time, I'm proud of the fact that she can be herself and be happy with that. I'm happy that she is smart, bright and funny girl turning into a young woman. She loves the sports she plays, but she gets that each thing is not the be all end all in her life. She is not a girly girl, but she is not unhappy about being a girl either.
I love the middle one (her's will be Princess Bear, or PB for short) because she is a girly girl. If it is pink, purple, has sparkles or glitter...she's all about it. She has a unique sense of style, and isn't afraid to look silly. She is the cuddle bug lover of the family, always wanting a hug or a kiss...even though she knows she is thoroughly loved. And I love that stubborn I'm right and no one is going to change my mind attitude even though it will ultimately be her down fall someday. I love the long storys she tells us about her day, even when I'm not really listening. I love that she can totally entertain herself for hours with a mirror.
The youngest (his nickname I had no problem with, it's monster)...he's all boy, but so sweet, polite and cute that you just can't stand it. Although I know I am prejudice, other non-family members have said the same thing...you know he's done something he shouldn't, and you know you need to yell at him, but instead you just end up chuckling at him. His sense of humor is huge, and he is truly in love with his family. Unfortunately, that love is sometimes expressed in painfully exuberant ways, but all is done knowing that we love him as much as he loves us. He walks me to the door of his classroom each morning, blowing me kisses, hugging my hand, telling me to have a good day, and he just so sweet I don't want to leave. He's got the most amazing imagination, and he tells me wonderful stories. I could go on, but I won't.
I love them all to the point that it hurts. People always told me you couldn't describe the bond between parent and child...the love was just too big. And while I totally believed them, it's still surprising how big it really is. They are my life, and I love them more than my life.