What would I do without my biggest girl? She is such a great kid. She's the mini-mom of the house, retaining over 50% of all vital information (which compensates for her mother's short-term memory loss) and she's the designated "mommy substitute" whenever I'm gone - which is basically never. This past weekend, however, I was on retreat in Massachusetts - a much needed and timely gift for Mother's Day. Anyway, Linka (age 7.5) told me that on Saturday when Kicky (age 3.5) woke up in the morning, she crawled up in to Linka's bed, wrapped her arms around her and said, "Are you my mommy today?" The poor little thing, deprived of her mummy for 72 hours!
Little Shmoo is not without mention here either. She adores her biggest sissy too. She is toted around on her hip most of the day, even though it seems as if the baby weighs only a few pounds less than the seven-year-old.
It amazes me how much the first child takes on that role of "the responsible one" and "the one who always takes care of everyone" and "the one who always gives in." I have to be mindful to acknowledge her for the many small sacrifices that she makes for the three smaller ones. I keep telling her that she is "super-sizing" the crown of sparkly jewels that awaits her one day! (I sneak her an occasional ice cream cone too.)
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