"Why would anyone want a daughter when they could have a son?" I wondered.
But now that I have a daughter as well, all my former mother-daughter imaginings have come to full bloom; and my mind and heart are full of anticipated joys: prom, french braids, barrettes, mother daughter spa days, doing our nails, shopping (if she doesn't like shopping I may cry), little dresses, her wedding!. Oh yes, I'm EXCITED. I guess because I am a daughter myself I can imagine so much more than I can with my son. I've never been a son. My heart for his future is full of joy, yes; but it so harder to imagine his perspective. So it is exciting to be a mother to a daughter.
A friend recently asked me who I loved more. And the question startled me. I hadn't thought of that. She pointed out that I had known Soren longer, and I knew more about him, so shouldn't I love him more? And in some ways you would think that would be true. I remember falling in love with Soren (and still I do) every couple of months all over again as he grew older and became more (and there was more of him to love). Yet as logical as it would be, I don't love him more than her.
You see, I love Soren more now that Violet is born. And I love Violet more because of the love I already have for Soren. In fact, I love everyone more. I love you more. I love perfect strangers more. I love my husband more. I love God more. I just love more. My heart has widened beyond what I knew possible. It's like when I fell in love with my husband: it opened my heart up to everyone and everything. And now that I have THREE (!) very favourite people, my heart is even wider.
I think true love is like this. It isn't exclusive. It never comes at the cost of another love. Any real love will cause every other love you have (of anything at all, be it painting or people) to expand. So there is never any comparison.
I love each child more because I love the other. And it's wonderful.
dress: carters, gift from marilynn
cardigan: please mum, gift from auntie crystal
tights, gap: 2.99
booties: were my husband's when he was a baby
quilt: made by nana (husband's mom)Heart: Kimberellie