The Youngest Member of the Family

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You and I, my sweet girl, are the little ones in our family. You’ve got an older brother and sister, and I have two older siblings myself. They were here first, paving the way for us—the last little ones to join the family.

Being the youngest teaches you a few valuable lessons. I know what it feels like to lose at board games and card games for what seems like forever because siblings don’t let you win like grandparents or doting aunts might. When you finally score that win, the pride you’ll feel will be worth every loss.

I understand the teasing, the longing to join in with the older kids, and how your world spins around them. I remember being the last one on Mom’s lap, the last to play with the toys, and the last to believe in Santa. Oh, but the awe you’ll feel when you discover that your older siblings kept that Santa secret just for you is priceless.

I know the thrill of having a sibling teach you how to ride a bike, coax you to jump into the pool when fear grips you, and reveal the brave side of you that can conquer big challenges. I know what it’s like for teachers to recognize you first by your last name, as you tag along in the family parade through school.

I know the feeling of being the caboose, easily gliding along with the family’s established routines. It can be a bit awkward when your mom runs into someone and introduces you as “my baby,” even when you’ve grown past that stage. Yet, there’s a warmth in that embrace, mixed with a hint of embarrassment.

I know the desire to grow up, to catch up, and how birthdays always seem to come last. But trust me, it’s not so bad to be the last one to turn 30 or 40; you’ll always be the youngest at heart.

Now, you are my baby, and I’m learning so much about being a mom to you, my last little one. I cherish every moment of your baby cheeks, those adorable mispronunciations, and the endless questions that fill our days because I see them slipping away too quickly.

Your arrival was a gift—not just for your dad and me but for your siblings as well. The joy on their faces when you entered the world was unforgettable. I see how much they adore you, even when you feel a bit left out or “too little.” They’re always there, holding your hand, reading to you, and adjusting their pace to make room for you.

You’re tougher than you think as you navigate the world of big kids. It can be tempting to spoil you with that cherubic face next to your long-legged siblings. But I know you’re strong and capable, and you don’t need to be babied as much as I sometimes wish I could.

Whatever worries I have for you will be OK, because I’ve been here before—thumb-sucking, potty training, learning to read, riding a bike—it’ll all be fine, and I can relax and enjoy every moment with you.

I treasure having a child small enough to scoop up in my arms, one who fits just perfectly in a hug. But I know this phase won’t last forever. As I fold away your outgrown clothes, it hits me that there’s no one else to save them for. You will be the last to hit those milestones, from starting kindergarten to leaving for college.

And while I know I’ll have to let you go, I also know you’ll be ready. I hope I will be too. But one thing is certain: you will always be my baby.

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