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The Youngest in the Family
Hey there, my little one, it’s just you and me—the tiny duo. You’ve got an older brother and sister, and I’ve got two of each as well. They came first, and we followed, the last additions to our family.
Being the youngest teaches you a thing or two. For one, I’ve experienced the thrill of losing every board game for what felt like forever—sibling rivalry is real, and they’re not as generous as grandparents or doting aunts. But trust me, when you finally snag that win someday, you’ll know it’s truly a victory worth celebrating.
I get that feeling of being teased but still wanting to hang out with the bigger kids because your whole world revolves around them. I know what it’s like to be the last one to sit on Mom’s lap, the last to use the toys, and even the last to believe in Santa. And oh, the joy when you realize that those sometimes-teasing older siblings kept the Santa magic alive, just for you.
I remember the moments when an older sibling taught you to ride a bike or encouraged you to take that leap into the pool when you were nervous, pulling out your inner bravery to do big things. Teachers might know you first by your last name, just another little one in the parade of family through the school years.
Sometimes, I feel like the caboose of our family train, just going along with the flow. And I’ve felt the sweet embarrassment when I hear your siblings call me “my baby” in front of others, even when you’re definitely not a baby anymore. I know you’re eager to grow up, but there’s something to be said for being the youngest—it’s not so bad to be the last one to hit those milestone birthdays.
Now, you’re my baby too, and I’m learning so much about motherhood as I realize you’re the last child I’ll have. Those adorable cheeks and your funny little words— I need to soak in every moment because they’re fleeting. Your arrival was a gift not just for your dad and me but for your siblings too, who celebrated your birth with us.
I see how your brother and sister care for you, even when you feel like you’re left behind or too little. They hold your hand, read to you, and slow down just for you. I know you’re tougher than you look, scrapping your way to keep up with the older kids. And while it’s tempting to spoil you with those cute baby features, I also know you’re capable of so much more than I sometimes give you credit for.
I find comfort in knowing that whatever worries I have for you now—whether it’s thumb-sucking or potty training—it’ll all work out. I can relax and just enjoy having you in my arms, fitting perfectly for a hug with your little legs wrapped around me.
But I know this won’t last forever. As I pack away the clothes you’ve outgrown, I realize there’s no one to save them for. You will be my last to experience everything, from starting kindergarten to heading off to college. And while it’ll be hard to let you go, I know you’ll be ready, and I hope that I will be too. Just know this—you’ll always be my baby.
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Summary
The journey of being the youngest in the family is filled with lessons, laughter, and love. From sibling bonds to the bittersweet nature of growing up, every moment counts. Embrace the joy and challenges that come with being the last, and cherish the memories that will last a lifetime.