The changes of becoming the 1st born

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One of the sweetest things I’ve witnessed lately is my oldest reaching out for her baby brother’s tiny hand. Sometimes it’s for his comfort, but if I’m being honest, it’s often for hers too. The shift from being my only kiddo to becoming “big sister” hasn’t been an easy one. Suddenly mom’s hands are busy with feedings, nap times, diaper changes, and all the baby things that fill up a day.

Yet through all the ups and downs, she has amazed me. She has stepped into this role with a heart that is both fierce and tender. She’s his protector, his first best friend, and the one who can make him giggle without even trying. At the same time, she’s teaching me—showing me how patience and love can exist even when the spotlight isn’t always hers.

There are hard moments, of course. Times when she just wants my full attention and I can’t quite give it in that moment. But what I see in her is resilience, growth, and a love that’s bigger than I could have imagined. Being the firstborn comes with challenges, but it also comes with this incredible ability to lead with love, even in the middle of big change. And that’s exactly what she’s doing. 💕

-A Farm Mother’s Try


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